giovedì 28 agosto 2014

La sciarpa di Antonioni

Quest'estate ho ricevuto un regalo tanto meraviglioso quanto inatteso.
Mi trovavo in Toscana con un gruppo di amici, e uno di loro è arrivato con un oggetto che mi aveva tenuto da parte per qualche tempo. 
Questo amico è un architetto che anni fa si era occupato dell'allestimento di una mostra dedicata a Michelangelo Antonioni
In segno di amicizia, un giorno ha ricevuto in regalo una sciarpa del regista.
Avendo scoperto del mio amore per Antonioni, Massimo è stato così gentile da tenermela da parte e, sapendo di vedermi in Agosto, di portarmela lì in vacanza.
Il tempo quest'estate in Italia, si sa, non è stato un granché.
Nonostante di giorno facesse caldo, al calar del sole c'era un certo freschetto in campagna, e così, sera dopo sera, mi sono ritrovata ad usare la sciarpa di Antonioni.
Non so spiegare l'impressione che mi ha fatto avere tra le mani un oggetto che gli è appartenuto. 
Tutto d'un tratto, ho capito perché ci sono persone che spendono non so quanti soldi per comprarsi oggetti appartenuti ai loro idoli.
Perché io adesso tutte le volte che guardo quella sciarpa penso: Ma dai, era di Antonioni e adesso la uso io?? Che cosa meravigliosa!
Ed è una tale felicità questo pensiero da solo, che già mi sembra sia senza prezzo.
Quindi che arrivi pure l'autunno, e poi l'inverno, che cadano le foglie, gelino le strade, vengano la pioggia, la neve, la nebbia, le bufere. 
Che me ne importa, quando per tenermi caldo io adesso ho la sciarpa di Antonioni?
Zazie desidera ringraziare Massimo Alvisi per questo inestimabile regalo! 

mercoledì 23 luglio 2014

Bloomsbury Days

Bertrand Russell, J. M. Keynes and Lytton Strachey

I know, I am supposed to write about cinema in this blog.
Sometimes, though, some of my passions mingle and I feel the urgency of sharing non-cinematographic things that, by the way, always interact with movies at a certain point!
Since I was very young, I have been a huge fan of British literature. Reasons would be too long (and too boring) to explain here, but I have read an enormous amount of English books, and fell madly in love with many English writers. Among them, Virginia Woolf always had a special place in my heart.

As you probably know, she was part of a group called Bloomsbury, named upon the London area where some artists met every week (back in 1905) at the Stephen sisters home: Virginia (later to be Woolf), and Vanessa (later to be Bell), a painter. The group included, among others, J. M. Keynes, Lytton Strachey, David Garnett, E. M. Forster, Roger Fry, Dora Carrington, Bertrand and Dora Russell. The Group's philosophy was derived from fellow-Bloomsburyite G. E. Moore who wrote in his Principia Ethica: "By far the most valuable things are the pleasures of human intercourse and the enjoyment of beautiful objects". Maybe it is because I completely agree with this “principia” that I have always been extremely fascinated by this group and their way of living, very ahead of their time.

Besides movies based upon books by Bloomsbury authors (oh, so many of them!), cinema has sometimes represented Bloomsbury Group’s people on screen.
It’s been the case in The Hours (2002), by Stephen Daldry, taken from the novel by Michael Cunningham. The film relates the story of three different women, from different times, who have a connection through the book Mrs. Dalloway, written by Virginia Woolf. One of the women is the writer herself, played in a very over the top manner by Nicole Kidman (who, by the way, for this quite ridiculous interpretation won an Oscar as best actress). I loved the movie but I really didn’t like Kidman’s interpretation, which spoiled part of the pleasure of seeing it. Her Virginia Woolf wasn’t at all the one I have always imagined:

While it was exactly as I have pictured him in my head the Lytton Strachey played by a great and never enough appreciated English actor, Jonathan Pryce, in the movie Carrington (1995) by Christopher Hampton: 
Dora Carrington (Emma Thompson) and Lytton Strachey (Jonathan Pryce)
The real Dora Carrington and Lytton Strachey
Carrington tells the incredible and true love story between Lytton Strachey, a homosexual writer, and Dora Carrington, a straight painter. Even if impossible to “consume” (they sometimes share the same lovers as a subliminal way of being together), Strachey and Carrington loved each other from the moment they met, in 1916, until Strachey died of cancer at the age of 51, in 1932. Carrington (here beautifully played by Emma Thompson), considering life unbearable without Strachey, committed suicide two months after his death.
Lytton Strachey in a painting by Dora Carrington
This cinematic introduction is just an excuse to show you the pictures I have taken last week-end when, for the second time in my life (the first being in 2001), I went to visit Virginia Woolf’s house and Vanessa Bell’s house in East Sussex. I adored those places so much that I can’t resist sharing these images with you.
Virginia and Leonard Woolf’s place is called Monk’s House and it is located in the village of Rodmell. It is possible to visit both the house and the garden, where you can see Virginia Woolf’s writing shed (the famous Room of one's own): 

And, as you could see, nothing has really changed since the Bloomsbury days:
 More images from the garden:
And some images of the house (it was possible to take pictures also inside!):
If the house of Virginia Woolf was already plenty of decorations by the Bloomsbury painters, Charleston Farm, the house of Vanessa Bell, was the triumph of it. Unfortunately it wasn’t possible to take pictures of the absolutely amazing inside, but have a look at the wonderful outside and at the magnificent garden: 

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