Bandiera Blu - Cappuccino

Ecco svelato il mistero.
I servizi sono ben più avanti di quello che sembrava, c'è addirittura un lago di cappuccino a disposizione per i bagnanti.
Ah non è cappuccino, dite?
Ops.
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shot on Fujifilm Neopan 400 medium format film with my YashicaMat

Joanna Chapman-Smith's live show at Gattarossa

Joanna Chapman-Smith's live show at Gattarossa, Piombino.

Stunning.

She's got an incredible voice and what's impressive is the control she's got over it. Her tunes, as long as you get the meaning, often balance between real life tales and humorous situations, with a bit of fairy powder.

Simple music, as I stated a couple of days ago while talking to a friend o' mine, which forces you to be sharp and never smudge a chord. Oh, and she doesn't. She sings in a high pitched but soft voice and plays, apart from her lovely Larrivée acoustic guitar (yeah, I noticed that!), some weird gizmos as a stomp box, some copper pipes and a voice bender stuffed into an old telephone receiver. Weird enough to freeze your attention and slowly get you flooded by her swinging smile.

Her new album, "Contraries", is simply beautiful. Somewhat new among the vast universe of folk/acoustic music, a small treasure chest where jewels like "For good" and "Tactile worlds" are silently hidden.

Now she's touring Europe along with Mat Martin, a guitarist/banjoist/super-chordophone-player who also plays tenor guitar and clawhammer banjo. A pleasure to listen to.

If you can, please trust me and buy her records, as you won't find much on the Tube or elsewhere.

But believe me, it's definitely worth it.

Estate (boia che caldo)

"Odio l’estate.
Tornerà un altro inverno,
cadranno mille petali di rose,
la neve coprirà tutte le cose
e il cuore un pò di pace troverà."

Boia che caldo.

Buon fine settimana, gente, e in bocca al lupo.

[Bandiera Blu] - Palla - Ball

Mamma, ho perso la palla...
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Mum, I lost my ball...

Shot on Kodak Tri-X 400 medium format film with my YashicaMat; processed in Rodinal 1+60 14'30"

Racconti della ferrovia - Tales from the railway

Love in Livorno

Livorno, un pomeriggio di Maggio. Detesto quando parti.
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Leghorn, an afternoon in May. I hate when you leave.