La primma notte in Torino, is not where the blog starts. it starts at 5:30 am leaving new york on a tuesday morning trying to get a cab on 10th ave. I am up early but figure I will sleep on the plane. The sun was rising as I hit the van wyck, and it was to set 6 hours later over the atlantic, making it the shortest day of my life. I arrived in london 8pm local time, but was at the intrepid fox downing pints and smoking cigarettes in a very mild outside.
Next morning up early for breakfast on brompton road, then over to the british museum to see the clay soldiers of the first chinese emporer *he is the creator of the great wall* he died, but for his tomb he created an army of clay soldiers to protect him in the underworld. 20 of the soldiers traveled- but it was the still mystery that obsessed me - the actual tomb is still uncovered, but he replicated his china within it. The rivers are flowing mercury and the night sky is lit with pearls.
A quick stop to see Micheal at Bankrobber gallery
Off to disappointment at Sherrys of London, my suit was not ready.
Drinks with future bonefilm star mat fraser, who is quite the agriculturalist, one needs to sample his herbal remedies, and ally gamble - the only white gal on ave. b back in the day. Mat says a special hello to bonefilm star Julie Atlas Muz, and Ally says hello to anyone. Dinner is japanese comfort food and the perpetual nite cap is at the crobar off charing cross road. OUCH
Another day another city, arrived in rome around 7 and was eating dinner with my family there at 8. A quiet night, but the next was spent with my dear friend lluisa and her up from the husband, whom we dumped to wander the night time streets of trastevere. Roma is warm, you barely need a sweater, of course the romans are walking around in furs. Europe is wealthy and the dollar is in free fall, breakfast is 30 bucks a pint is 8, do not go to dinner. my brother in law fabio, romano, romano takes me on a winding nightime crawl of the eternal city, we meet two gals from san francisco, they are totally charmed with his roman ways.
plane to the airport, beautiful roman morning driving past musolini vision of a modern rome. Arrived in Torino to be picked up by Elena who is working for the festival, she drives me into town. I ask her if her last name is agnelli? she answers magari, new word wish/magari. The hotel is totally depressing had to immediately do some voodoo on the room to clean the bad spirits, then off to the movies, with a million other people, everyone in torino was at the movies, of course it has been raining non stop for 3 days, everything i tried to get into is pleno - new word pleno/full e fa pleno. I tried to see Irina palm with marianne faithfull, but end up at the directors cut of til the end of the world, 280 minutes long, wim wender is trying to make his apocalypse now. he was there talking in english after the movie, and said some really great shit at local time 2 am, but it is a totally different film from the one I remember, though there is great stuff with jeanne morreau, just kicks everybodies ass on the screen, i do not think he improved it.
I walked home alone in the rain, singing o solo mio.
The european premiere is tonight, more domani
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