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PYONGYANG
Guy Delisle
Ed Time Zones
fourth edition Sett.2008

Pyongyang Have you read? It 's a graphic novel of Guy Delisle, a Canadian artist invited to a couple of months in Pyongyang, capital of North Korea from an animation studio. Guy starts with the recommendations to travelers (the phones will be confiscated and returned to the airport exit from the country) and carries a book (Random), Orwell's 1984. After leaving the airport is brought to extend their compliments to 22 meters high statue of Kim Il-Sung , was President of North Korea after the death beautiful 1994.

gradually discover the oddities and continually violated the freedom of a closed country, even barricaded himself in, he had to open a window to the West as a humanitarian aid could no longer hide the famine in 1995 had strike the country. And who did not hesitate to convert humanitarian aid in order to strengthen the dictatorship of absolutism.

Guy Delisle looks around with the trained eye of the designer. You wonder, you get angry but does not fall of the obvious of easy judgments. How can we not acknowledge a dictatorship that makes the air breathable, the grotesque that fills up the lives of his subjects of overwhelming demonstrations of the greatness of the nation and its superiority over the capitalist world, which is working 6 days a week and the seventh, required to serve a volunteer for community service.
left open the question "but they really believe?" For many, unfortunately, the answer seems to be yes.

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FONTANELLATO
a real libido for fetishists del modernariato
per voi ogni 1° e 3° weekend del mese

Fontanellato è un paese da cartolina. Con la rocca, il fossato con acqua e pesci, negozi con insegne rispettose del buongusto e case intonacate di fresco. Un bel posto per una gita domenicale, magari soleggiata, come l’altro ieri. Oltre alle attrattive paesaggistiche e culturali (la Rocca Sanvitale e una sala affrescata dal Parmigianino), domenica scorsa era anche giorno di mercato, che pare conti 300 bancarelle di antiquari. Ora, io le bancarelle non le ho contate e non avevo neppure la mia macchina fotografica per offrirvi delle istantanee della giornata (ebbene sì, the panoramic photo on here I have not taken while I was in flight shot from a cannon ..). I said that the stalls I have not counted but their number, although 300 seems a bit 'risky, remains one of the most important-in appointments at national level with regard to antiques. And above all, the percentage of junk (fake badges in abnormal with Swarovski pendant earrings and a ring ..) was absolutely acceptable for me to consider the market a real libido for fetishists of modernism. Prints to no end, of herbaria, publicity of every decade of the twentieth century, political (views, side by side of a mustache and one of the Dux, but were ignored: Stalin looked away for three quarters, the Duce was fixed on an indeterminate of the stars), and then there were cupboards, tables, cabinets and drawers of every style and period, service glass-odd but delicious - and tapestries for the home. A marvel.

If I could organize it so your trip: arriving around 11 am, tour of the antique dining room (but with very broad book early!) At the Inn of the theater to meditate on the objects that have hit the heart and ponder possible purchases in front of a nice plate of ravioli washed down with a good wine, go with digestive walk and conduct business.

I also offer you the possibility of a route II: always ride in the country during the morning, lunch, a bit 'faster-but always based on ravioli in a little bar with tables out a little' defile-which of course can not remember the name but I will-and a visit to the fortress. Good Sunday!

Not to miss: in the days of the antiques market and indeed for the soul of a diverse wildlife population (more or less fur DOC), languages \u200b\u200b(from the local Parma bastardized the Veneto, Lombardy recently extended the inevitable) and costumes (démodé hats and bright red painted nails some lady-wannabe).

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Revolutionary Road Sam Mendes

finally did make it, Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet to take off the robes of sickly Titanic. I must admit, I 12 years ago with the blood sugar through the roof I would not have sworn, and instead have made it. Chapeau. Some believe there was, in truth, in the past. In 2004, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind passed in silence as the Italian screens If Spotless Mind (thanks to those who oversaw the translation of the title), a hint of depth and an art of acting, Kate 's had shown. And he, too, Leo, with the distant The Beach, uno sprazzo, un barlume ma sì, lo riconosciamo. Anche in Catch me if you can, ci poteva stare. Ora bravi, credibili entrambi per ruoli complessi, difficili, tormentati ma non come possono essere tormentati che ne so, Nicole Kidman in Ritorno a Cold Mountain o Michael Pitt in Last days .

E poi c’era un’altra questione davvero spinosa: soddisfare il pubblico di lettori radical chic del libro, Revolutionary Road di Richard Yates che ancora, a distanza di anni, conservano nitido il ricordo del respiro mozzato da un pugno nello stomaco. Bravo Sam Mendes a lasciare intatta quella sensazione, che si sente nelle pagine the novel, in scenes of the film, and every day outside the home. I believe that each of us lives in his Revolutionary Road, or the Big Clam, as we call our home town snob. Warm, enveloping and-alas-unhealthy for mind and body like a swamp. And that annoying voice that reaches your ears while you're out with old friends in an evening of all time and whispers, "It 's really all there is?". The discomfort grows, ignore it hiding behind the quiet routine. Look at you, look at them, more and more distant, do not talk about anything. Lacks oxygen, but the worm is not to be named. Do not have two, three and I do not know it devours the brain. Search and comfort in sharing them is pure madness. It would be a mistake. Why you may or may not have the worm. If you do not have it, you're lucky and you expect a life without sfanculata and moderately challenging, but if you do, if you do know you can not put it away. And you must fight every day and get in the game and not have to leave you paralyzed by fear. By now you've made your choice, as April has made her even before asking Frank to get back to Paris. You can not go through with that, and maybe even hope to have a man beside her husband of less than mediocre.