In the rather dull, tarnished contemporary landscape, rather devoid of creativity, in which many seem to lead their lives from one day to the next, in which to complain about anything and everyone has become a kind of national sport, meeting a different person, a different book, an artist, is a gift from life.
I was coming from Basel last night, and I had a stopover in Austria. I had already read, on the plane from Basel to Vienna, a few chapters from a book by Frederic Beigbeder, a contemporary author with a dynamic, surprising, bold writing, on several registers. I got lost in my mind, seduced by the book, flirting with the ideas in it, as I headed for the gate where I had to board.
I noticed a person whose eyes made me think of Monica Bellucci – one of the most beautiful actresses in today’s world. The culmination was that the lady called me and then I realized we knew each other. She was one of those people who seems detached from a fashion show at Dolce & Gabbana. These shows, they all tell stories, they are like fairies in various colors and shapes, a delight of the senses, a continuous wonder, a joy after which our aesthetic sense longs.
I am amazed when I meet people who are attentive to all the details, who seem to dress ‘with the art’. It creates a pleasant state for me. It gives me hope that beyond ‘sores, molds, and mud’, in Arghezi’s words, there are new beauties and shapes. We just have to notice them, let ourselves get inspired, and think how the world would be like if we would also dare more if we attempted to create ourselves every day as a work of art: with what we think, what we wear, how we behave. Who knows, maybe, just as Pinocchio turned into a real little boy, and we turn into something sublime, which delights.
