“They were always around, we would offer them drinks, sometimes we would invite them over for dinner. They were the same age and friends of our sixteen years old daughter, a student of a Milanese art school at that time.
We would observe them with discretion, hearing their speeches. They were beautiful, young, noisy, chatterers, some a little bit conceited and ‘over the lines’, but they were all smart and resolute to let their personality emerge through something that could represent them in a unique way: something that had to deal with art, although this word was pronounced like if it was superfluous and not so appropriate to their aims”.
“They were always around, we would offer them drinks, sometimes we would invite them over for dinner. They were the same age and friends of our sixteen years old daughter, a student of a Milanese art school at that time.
We would observe them with discretion, hearing their speeches. They were beautiful, young, noisy, chatterers, some a little bit conceited and ‘over the lines’, but they were all smart and resolute to let their personality emerge through something that could represent them in a unique way: something that had to deal with art, although this word was pronounced like if it was superfluous and not so appropriate to their aims”.