stir eggnog on gas, careful not to form the dreaded lumps, try to sneeze away from fried, baked semi-open support of the knees, in 'until the meringues to dry without burning, searching a bit 'of warmth that healthy these days of illness always makes me a great pleasure and I think how I would have liked to attend that competition in which I eventually gave up sadly.
The title intrigued me immediately, gave me as a strong elbow to the brain, I whispered to one thousand tracks to follow certain not to win, at least not only, but to develop an 'idea.
Title: "The flaw perfect," category "Photo Contest." As I said in the past, much of 'a' cars, are not and I do not care at all to become a photographer, I like to capture trees, scenes of everyday life, people, smiles, grimaces, but it all ends there, I'm not particularly attentive to 'exposure to either' shot, I click 's instinct, I look around, I am surprised and shot and that is why I travel with a small digital exchange, we want to surprise a bit 'all day. All 'beginning I thought a lot', see from time to time with friends: Faith for example suggested to me a click of the famous House of Scaccabarozzi C.so San Maurizio commonly called "Slice of Polenta", work 's Antonelli, bad for the odd size and the perfect context, but because, despite all its foundations have withstood the explosion of the Royal Gunpowder Borgo Dora in April 24, 1852, the earthquake of 1887 and the bombing of the Second World War II. Who knows why faith is not managed to convince me. I was looking for something more original, more communicative, just not the minute space in the middle of the perfect teeth of a model even more perfect but close, something about a living being because the word "defect" to this makes me think rather than to an object still, maybe so bad but never directly by him.
front of the window of my office, a building of at least eight floors, a box of concrete and brick houses on the top floor a bunch of beautiful daffodils in spring, when the hatch fleshy buds, tickling the sky with their leaves naughty moved by the wind, able to make nice even concrete: sin che siamo in inverno e ora lassù i narcisi sonnecchino ancora preparandosi al risveglio, quindi niente clic. Non so per quante e quante volte ho ripetuto tra me e me questo curioso titolo "Il difetto perfetto" senza trovare mai un' ispirazione degna di essere colta.
Sfogliando un vecchio, ma proprio vecchio, album di fotografie ho trovato poi quel dentino dispettoso fare capolino tra le labbra rosee di quella bimbetta timida che sperava sempre, allora come trent' anni dopo, di non rovinare ogni clic con quella sua solita smorfietta: un difetto davvero perfetto, inaspettato, non corretto, originale per una fotografia dell' epoca. In questo caso però, per correttezza, avrei dovuto iscrivere al concorso my father.
And, finally, approaching the deadline for submission of 'work as well for Christmas, I decided to make the protagonist of the infamous shooting my little angel unfortunate, it is that of' last year, fell from my left and synthetic fir injured for life, what she can fly with a 'wing only, the one that manages to be "an angel" in spite of life's has reserved such a terrible fate. I was quite a lot 'to fix it there hung almost to his branch to obtain its approval if one day I had violated his privacy, will he not been so convincing that you are at a stage where it seems to me no idea so brilliant. deviating from the 'Christmas corner of the living room that evening, I exclaimed: "Should I take a picture of an X-ray! You know how many defects ...". And here detract from the 'secret is out, here's what I was slowed by the choice of such a vast multitude of proposals, there is perfect but the defect can not be photographed, there is in us that we keep it well hidden, safe from prying eyes and objectives , that is something fishy that we have always and forever, will live more or less comfortably, in us.
His perfection is then to make them unique, inimitable, unmistakable and unforgivable as serious or it may be, makes us different, perfectly alone. 31.01.2010 The
is over a year but also the opportunity to participate in a competition that I still won because he gave me the ability to move ideas. I am perfectly happy to be defective.
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