toni

I'd rather stalk with a camera than a gun

conscious suicide of the feminine form

progression on your knees has shattered childhood
and sex in black and white in reality is plastic
life is dead and false just like the people who live it

GTO's

The Ghost Chained To The Past, Present, and Future (Shock Treatment)

now I know how Joan of Arc felt

as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her walkman started to melt

Twist and shout

Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby)

Velodromo Vigorelli - Milano
24 giugno 1965

no man's woman

I never wanna be no man's woman
I only wanna be my own woman
I haven't traveled this far to become
No man's woman

roseability

Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They don’t teach you what you don’t already know
You’ve always been, dissatisfied

Gertrude Stein said "that’s enough"
(I know that that’s not enough now)

Rose, ability. There is no roseability

Noi dove siamo?

Siamo la lolita anoressica spalmata sulla vetrina della sisley, o la precaria spalmata sulla tastiera dodici ore al giorno?
Siamo la fotomodella sinuosa seduta accanto al guidatore di un’auto superaccessoriata, o la donna delle pulizie che litiga col cambio della panda?
Siamo la donna manager che usa il forno che poi si pulisce da solo, o la ragazza madre con il fornello a gas accanto ala culla?
Siamo due gambe senza peli e cellulite che si fanno massaggiare una volta la settimana, o due gambe con le vene varicose che trottano tra i tavoli di un ristorante per 4 euro l’ora?
Siamo quelle che grazie a uno zerinol non perdono: due lezioni di tennis, tre cene con gli amici e l’inaugurazione di una mostra, o quelle che abortiscono alle nove e alle undici vengono spedite da sole a soffrire a casa?
Siamo le letterine e le veline che espongono la loro merce sui banconi televisivi a 50 euro al minuto, o le prostitute che espongono la loro merce sull’asfalto a 20 euro a pompino?
Siamo quelle che basta una confezione di kindercolazionepiù per far balzare dal letto tutta la famiglia sorridente, o quelle che senza il prozac non riescono neanche a spegnere la sveglia?

Noi siamo quelle che vi infastidiscono, quelle che non hanno sempre i capelli a posto, quelle che sporcano gli assorbenti di rosso e non di azzurro…

LE VOSTRE ICONE SONO LA NOSTRA MORTE.
COLLETTIVO PEPPINA BAUSCH - PISA

V.

V. and sleep
two versions of the same thing

Laugh your life
Cos there ain’t much to cry for

Is it only happiness you want?

Don't even know, could you be the only
Broken hearted one

pornography

since once you said I go about things the wrong way, well i wonder why you have been so interested in these stories of revolution rock, of gladioli, of women.
this is just a box for stupid things.
just stupid stories

In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I’d much rather kick in the eye?

because in dreams you never lie

Only dawn
Can save me, flood this haunted house of sleep
With light, and drown the thoughts that nightly warn:
Another lifetime is the least you'll need, to trace
The guarded secrets of her gravity, her grace.

da "la casa del sonno"

sheena is a punkrocker

But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away

Southam Street, W10

Others sang your life
But now is a chance to shine
And have the pleasure of
Saying what you mean
Have the pleasure of
Meaning what you sing

photos by Roger Mayne

It spells : s.t.e.v.e.n

Hear my voice (hear my voice)

love and rockets

train in vain

You say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand
You said you love me and that's a fact
Then you left me, said you felt trapped
Well some things you can explain away
But the heartache's in me still these days
You didn't stand by me
Not, not at all
You didn't stand by me
No way

a tale of Love and Revolution

messico e nuvole, la faccia triste dell’america
hi poyan

Frida