We told each other everything
We told each other everything. You brought me words and stories of life, hoping that a vaguely maternal feeling was there to welcome them. Sometimes it was, almost out of a sense of identification. At other times, if my tranchant nature prevailed, it was only to mean that a greater sense of introspection would, by itself, be sufficient help in mending broken hearts and soothing wounds.You have told me everything and I have gone beyond my nature, saying even more than I should have.You have also told me too much, and amidst the hailing letters I have tried to exercise slaloms that would avoid being entangled by hyperbolic attempts at “ante mortem” elevation.You have told me everything and I have been challenged to say everything, improvising myself as an unworthy expert on maximum systems. We have constructed a new “Library of Babel” of the 21st century, a small history of Italians’ feelings, tossed between Islands of the Famous, changes of government, wars and pacts of the Nazarene. There has been one World Cup won and two lost, three Olympics and six Prime Ministers in between. An eternity.We have said it all, my friends, and, for that very reason, it can end here. I leave this intriguing page to those who can make better use of it. With his shrewd and learned irony, Massimo Gramellini will be the shining continuation of a dialogue that began with me and will continue with him.
Thank you, Mina, for these wonderful 12 years. And no, we haven’t said everything: I count on seeing you again in the pages of Vanity Fair.Luca Dini
Makeup and hair
I often rewatch your Rai films on YouTube, where you are always changing your dress, hairstyle, makeup. Was it a pleasure for you to be so changeable or did the hours spent being backcombed, lacquered, “waxed” weigh on you? Thank you, Mimmo
Oh, Signuur, Mimmo, here we go again with the usual questions of cosmic scope… Boh, I don’t remember… Of course it wasn’t really fun, but the “technicians” who took care of me were so wonderful that the pain in the ass turned into pure enjoyment. In this regard I send a huge kiss to Roberto Centanni. Abbòno…
An unforgettable afternoon
I am a make-up artist and I still keep the beautiful memory of an afternoon with you at Mauro Balletti’s house and a dedication you wrote on one of my drawings: it gave me the strength to go on. Today, as 20 years ago, I find myself fighting against total homophobic ostracism from press offices and fashion agencies. They just published an editorial of mine: the editor is the only one who believes in me, but the first comments that came in were insulting. I don’t know whether I am an artist or not. I would be flattered to have your opinion about the photos. I have immense respect for you, and if even according to your thinking I am “total crap,” I take a step back: I am tired of fighting windmills. I also thank you and hug you for that afternoon 20 years ago. Maximilian
Maximilian, my friend, I don’t feel I can decide about your life. Are you crazy? I could never. Ask Mauro’s opinion instead, who has more qualifications to give you more than just a technical opinion. Hugs to you.
Between certainties and passions
A few years ago I asked you for advice about the future, college, work. On which path to follow, between certainty and passion. I was little, but I decided to listen to you, to follow my passions, to fight for my dreams, without fear. I am 19 years old and full of hope. I will not let the disappointments drag me down, let the rampant pessimism hit me. I want to believe it, I want to give myself a chance. And I believe that in a world as black as today’s, the only way forward is to fight until the end. I will let hope carry me forward. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Julia B.
A few years have passed and, since then, things have deteriorated vertically. But it is right, brave and healthy for you to maintain this warrior attitude, sweetest Julia. What to follow if not passions? And how to do it but with all your soul? Hugs to you.
Monster Hunt
Doing a quick zapping I realize that I am watching the monster hunt on every channel: the Ceste case, little Loris, and many others. But is there really a need to search, always and despite everything, for the root of these massacres? Guilty or not, I suffer for these people who fall into so much suffering. One should have a little more respect. The world is already full of so much evil. Hi Mina, -GI@D@
Respect: a feeling that causes us to recognize the rights, the dignity of someone or something. Does this definition seem to you to correspond to any contemporary happenings? Never. Mai, Jade. Better get used to it.
