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An interesting reading
To seat or no to seat?
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The three musket(b)eer
Guess who’s Porthos?
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The Icecream is ready to be served
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Tables and chairs, at night
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Fantozzi’s chairs
They look innocent enough — two soft, shapeless seats next to a rattan table, tucked under a wall in some coastal bar. But the title gives it away: Fracchia’s Chairs. And if you know the name, you know exactly what kind of scene this is. Giandomenico Fracchia, as played by Paolo Villaggio in the 1970s, was the tragicomic soul of bureaucratic Italy: servile, stammering, utterly at the mercy of authority. There’s a legendary sketch in which he’s being questioned by his boss — unable to sit still on a chair so round and formless it’s practically a trap. And here it is again, reimagined in polyurethane and branded with Nastro Azzurro. The…
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Still together
After a lifetime, Still together, like the very first day.
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The missing guest
Everything is ready to start the party, but a missing place suggest that they still have to wait…
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Late-afternoon’s snack
…who knows what will be served for dinner?
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An old-style ATM
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Don’t Forget!
… keeping a strong grip on his business.
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Bored
… why go to dinner together, just to enjoy a boring night?
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Chef
… the last cigarette, before the kitchen opens.
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No time for lunch at Piazza Fiume …
in a busy day
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Lunchtime
It’s cold. But for a while, better stay outside.
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Alive or not?
… only the cigarette can tell.
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Multitasking
guess who is the most involved? … the chair, of course!
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Busy (again)
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A perfect match
You don’t pose the street. You chase it — and sometimes, if your reflexes are fast enough, you catch it. In this image, it happened in a split second. A man sat reading the newspaper at a café table. For the briefest of moments, he held it in such a way that his own profile aligned perfectly with the image printed on the page — a fashion ad, a male model in a similar pose, eyes half in shadow, fingers near the mouth. Two men, one real, one imagined, locked in a mirrored gesture of casual confidence. Then it was gone. That’s the essence of street photography: the unrepeatable alignment…
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PizzaPizza
I want a pizza!