Kinky Mau

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Ho lasciato stamani l’albergo che non erano ancora le 7: la miniera mi stava aspettando, ma più che quello in montaggio degli arredi in casa nel pomeriggio. In preda ad una strana euforia da boccata d’etere ho cannato la selezione del brano per la decina di minuti del percorso in auto fino in ufficio e le note di Super Freak hanno cominciato a percuotermi i timpani.

She’s a very kinky girl, The kind you don’t take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down, Once you get her off the street, ow girl

She likes the boys in the band, She says that I’m her all-time favorite
When I make my move to her room, It’s the right time. She’s never hard to please

Direttamente dalla fine degli anni ’70, Rick James si faceva sentire anche fuori dall’abitacolo visto che la temperatura in questi giorni è ancora da finestrini abbassati e tettuccio aperto.

Ovvio che la musicalità, il ritmo, e i contenuti della canzone possono essere definiti come “non appropriati” da queste pari, ma oggi ci voleva: comunque l’espressione del beduino (senza offesa, ma inteso come “abitante nomade della penisola Arabica”) che guidava uno scassato pickup a fianco a me al semaforo, nel vedermi ritmare come fossi stato nella Saturday Night Fever, è stata impagabile!

Foto? Dovrebbe essere l’ultima notte nella quale dormo in questo letto …

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It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

9 Comment on “Kinky Mau”

  1. Maurizio Vagnozzi 4 March 2015 at 6:46 PM

    Pronti con i pantaloni a zampa d’elefante? Occhio solo che “super-freak” da noi si tradurrebbe come “super-prostituta” (e apprezzate la finezza della traduzione, che mi son alambiccato il cervello per non scrivere “txxxa”)

    http://youtu.be/QYHxGBH6o4M

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  2. Benedetto 4 March 2015 at 6:54 PM

    Una delle scene più belle della storia del cinema:

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  3. Di 4 March 2015 at 9:17 PM

    I had to smile. I know the song and yet … I had never listened to the words.

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    1. Maurizio Vagnozzi 5 March 2015 at 1:34 AM

      Can you see me singing that in Arabia? 🙂

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      1. Di 5 March 2015 at 7:23 AM

        Could be a documentary photography moment if you did .. 🙂

      2. Maurizio Vagnozzi 5 March 2015 at 7:27 AM

        :))) btw, getting inbound traffic from your fb post … Thanks! I should really write also in English to reach a wider audience (and wilder too 🙂 )

  4. The Master Of Cook 5 March 2015 at 3:06 PM

    Quel lettone è favoloso…
    🙂

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    1. Maurizio Vagnozzi 6 March 2015 at 4:38 AM

      Yep, amo lo spazio 🙂

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