Picking the press photo for Petrichor. I think Matteo is a genius, I had a fun time jumping up and down the stairs with him, moving black cloth, photographing my project. There was some concern that the results weren’t literal enough.
Bea there then gone. In the evening a party. On the balcony with Matteo. He said I was his favorite Fabricanti.
Upstairs with Maurizio, tetrising Petrichor into boxes.
In the evening, workshop with Bebe Vio in getting “smashed” and smashing glasses. I left quickly to greet Bea at the train station. The two of us talked conceptual art and caught up, walking around night-Treviso and getting a spritz. I made late night pasta then we chatted in my bed till 4am, full on sleepover style.
On Friday a group of us biked to a street festival where I guess they were celebrating long drink-lines, meat sandwiches, and outdated American pop music. Lorena, Kenzi, Quentin and I walked a few blocks to an uncrowded bar.
I ran into Lorenzo, the cute stranger who I had met after my set at Django. He’s from Treviso but did all his education in London (something about being a sommelier), the resulting accent is very smooth. Along with his radio-voice he has piercing green eyes.
Not my type at all (too fancy = not critical enough). But he is sharp, gets my jokes and whenever we were near one another we performed a mix of rapid-fire banter and enduring eye-contact. After thousands of kisses on the cheeks I left with an “I owe you a gin and tonic.”
Saturday brunch at Jenny/Bianca’s. Alexis and I brought the prosecco and tofu-scramble. It was about to rain and we were all about to bike to Fabrica. Product design team for an approaching deadline and me for a durational test of my vapor screen. Jenny with vegan pancakes in her backpack.
Lukas joined interaction design and he’s enlivening the team with his enthusiasm. We walked to mensa, talking about a brief that’s been floating around the studio. Part of this relates to designing high end tourist products in the context of Venice.
An essential part of Venice for me is the sky-scape of flying/light up toys at Piazza San Marco. I suggested collaborating with local artisans to make these from “noble materials.” Impossible objects of marble and gold, too heavy to fly, or made from Murano glass so that if you used the object it would break.
In Italian night/American afternoon Xtian and I chatted about being stressed over our respective futures. I said: “You are right by my mom’s house you should stop by for lunch and then watch Gumby.” and “Cast a spell for success… as my dad always says you can’t spell success without sucks!” I complimented his recent work and he said he’d take a photo of me one day… “with my sword on the beach!”
Angelo and I worked on my project, wiring fans and a pump/sensor system, cutting wire mesh in a perfect line with a chisel and a hammer, making a metal bending brake with a piece of wood, a ruler, and some clamps. The flow of work, communicating simply by handing each other tools, reminded me of doing projects with my dad.
It had been raining in the morning and Nicolas called me an idiot when I picked up my sunglasses, then I left them on the table. The sun came out and the clouds were big and tumbling. I walked to mensa with Ali. Everyone in Editorial thinks he’s an asshole at the moment (they’re all working on his project). On the walk back he told me his side of the story and jokingly cried on my shoulder.
Stood in the agora with the film guys, the new music guy, Alberto, and Matteo, all native Italian speakers. They were making fun of Ricky for his E-cigarette I said “No e-cigs are actually really cool” and everyone laughed. Then they taught me how to pronounce “colgione” like an Italian (with my hands).
It was Lorena’s last day, I found out, I signed her poster.
Angelo and I tested the pump/sensor system, it worked. He fetched the last 12L of water, learning of the meditative process of hauling a bucket up 3 flights of stairs. He had people to chase and meetings to accomplish. He was looking stressed and rolling a cigarette, I told him I figured out the problem. We high fived and talked about next steps.
Fabrica emails: fields of gems.
I wish you all a very nice and long blossomed weekend and with this message I also take advantage to remind you the coming up lecture by former Fabricante and Spanish film maker Carlos Casas.
There was also the time the district manager in Ireland accidentally emailed everyone in the company with financial details we weren’t supposed to see. They emailed again that it was a mistake and people from all over the world responded with friendly greetings.
Yes, the wrong address. I am Donato Bortolotto.
Freundliche Grüße / Kind Regards / Cordiali saluti
Greetings from Paris.
Ok no problem
Regards from spain
Have a nice day
I think that you did’t wont to write to me.
No problem have a nice day all.
Kalimera from Athens Greece!
Moien from Luxembourg
Privet from Moscow!
Ciao from Italy! No worries + have a nice day :)
No problem :)
Greetings from Fabrica.
Buona Giornatta a tutti!
The unexpected happy
Went to the hardware store with Angelo, then we shared an umbrella on the way to the bus. It’s pouring rain!
Kamille just went to a meeting about legally changing her name/gender and I told her she was strong and she said she felt weak and I told her to get an ice cream and now I’m like “dang, I want an ice cream.”
It was some Italian bank holiday.
Worked on my grant proposal.
Wrote several postcards.
Ate lentils and toast, watched Better Call Saul, sent the proposal draft to David Dirks.
Messaged Christian about daily stuff and tru love.
Messaged Noah about fighting Fabrica’s social media team, then chatted about VR raves.
Messaged Fabrica about their errors.
(they posted my interview, omitted the part in “what I miss of home” where I mentioned there only being two genders in Italy, and mis-gendered me when I had clearly specified the language they should use – pretty ironic really, backs up my original point).
Messaged Kamille about not coming to Berlin this month.
Went to sleep. Had a little insomnia.
A website that kept live-data of when people were certain places? You had to login. And the places were ilegal?
Negative space streets of Venice.
I was a tall boy with blond hair.
Woke up at 3:30. Woke up at 6:30. Iphone note dreams, coffee, running by the river with 10m meditation. The rest of the dhal.
Bought the new-used red racing bike. Bike-dad was happy I was happy, I was happy bike-dad was happy I was happy.
Zoomed to fabrica like a hell-bat.
Went to Mensa with Matteo. Talked about music. Just now I put 99 Jakes new release (Stairs Descending Into Heaven) on Matteo’s wall and we are listening to it, loudly, in headphones across from each other, and both of us are laughing about it.
Woke up to a facebook notification of dad tagging me, Noah, and Andrew (cousin) in a comment on mom’s post about how the patriarchy is the root of all problems:
“I was talking this morning about my children’s rejection of binary gender, my model of drag performance and how it had nothing to do with my sexuality and everything to do with my desire to smash the patriarchy.”
Spent some time thinking about how lucky I am to have a hip and understanding family.
I was hungover. Had a wonderful and productive day in spite of this. In a meeting with Marta and Angelo about logistics of Athens we planned a timeline with a photoshoot for press, time for testing the finished piece, etc. Marta is giving us the remainder of the budget for food and transport “let’s make it cushy” she said. “Bring your bathing suit” she said “is that in the budget?” I asked. Marta winked.
At mensa there were crostini with bell peppers, without cheese. #MensaMiracle
Excerpts from ensuing swimwear conversation:
“…I am designing a swimsuit and the question is: turtleneck/long sleeves or topless? Either way it will be some severe-agender-beach-realness.”
C: long footie pants w skinny suspender overall straps.
C: and maybe like a jodhpuri pant. and i would love to see an adustable epaulet attached to that strap ;)
M: “We’re going to the pool, which color epaulet should I bring?”
C: is this getting too equestrian? aquarian equestrian? SEAHORSE
M: ^Actually the perfect name for this new swimwear line.^
C: AQUAstrian 💀
Kate Bot: Just a body pouch. No discernable form, just limbs poking out.