Category Archives: Turin

“We don’t remember days; we remember moments.” Notebooks of Ceare Pavese, (28.7.1940) Twenty years ago the chemist, memoirist, short story writer, novelist, essayist, Primo Levi committed suicide in Turin, the place of his birth. His account of the year he … Continue reading →

The Associazione Culturale Azimut is about promoting new art; I stumble across its latest show, “The Joy of Repetition” in the Piazza de Città. In fact I am returning from a forlorn and ‘mournful’ visit to the ‘multi-ethnic’ hot spots … Continue reading →

Olympics 2006, but not a tourist mecca yet My observations of Turin. “I am sory I can speake so little of so flourishing and beautifull a citie. For during that little time that I was in the citie, I found … Continue reading →

The poster in the window of a comic-book store is enough to end my self-imposed exhibition purdah. A black and white photograph from the 1950s of a woman sitting on the bonnet of a Ferrari. The image is promoting “Ferrari … Continue reading →

The Turin rail station, the Porta Nuova, is a sea of rubbish; the computer is down at the tourist kiosk, “because of all the construction – here’s the photo-copy”, and outside building works are beached on every corner, including the … Continue reading →

I am five posts behind, but here is a vision of the first Italian city, Turin. Just five minutes of first things. There is still Rousseau, Trompe L’oeuil, Dukes of Savoy, Hazard, Mont Cenis…The Age of No Wireless Anxiety.