an evening spent in the pleasant company of photographers painters plasticine animation artists and a lot of homemade vino rosso. matthew lapses between french and english and fiddles nervously with his plastic cup. exhibition openings in rome are not an everyday occurence. there is also a lot of aussie slang floating around when i meet fabian, and i think it makes him feel at home when he tells me hell be going to tuscany tomorrow and i say 'oh, youre goin to tusc are ya?'
so an inevitable list of how would we call the different regions of italy in aussie follows; bruz, bards, sic, vals, camps, puls, laz, monty, marks, ven, bazza (yes, basilicata) and so on and so forth.
and then we carry on in piazza sta maria in trastevere where there are a myriad of faces i seem to recognize but dont actually know, and a bundle that i do. and there are drums and guitars and dense cheese on this pizza and dirty hands and feet.