From the South Sea to the rigor of Milan
“I remember as a boy, that Milan was already a woman” says Gianluca Vassallo. “And I remember feeling confused, with my southern body and Sardinian eyes, walking amid a rigour that kept me on alert and silent, fighting the cold, telling me anything but blue, the opposite of the sea, as in the shadow of certain poetry, in the light of certain shoulders, in a beauty that you feel, without understanding, just because it is not time. Thirty years have passed since then and Milan is still a woman that, perhaps, was never a girl. And I am still the fool who stares at her in confusion, waiting to discover her eyes. To carry them into the world, to become a man”.