the Festival Internazionale di Fotografia at Macro...the stuff inside was shitty...
just a picture I love so much that I can not out of my head.
the second exibition was the worst..just crap! INVADER! Do you know this fuching shitty paris collective who stole the idea of psychogeography Lettrist to make money?
FUCK THEM and fuck all shitty radical chic people that were there and fuck Achille Bonito Oliva per aperitivo. I was there to remember who the enemy is. There is no limit to the shamelessness of men stupid. Fuck it!
66 copies are avalaible...cut & paste collage, photos, b/w xerostuff!
8 pages, 10 images, no reviews only something of our way to be live in the dead world...and i think it's sad to said..but at the same time fun and true. Each image has a story to tell but i think it's only a kind of form of fossil life.
I hope to make next ABRACADABRA zine, the number 1, before the end of the year with more people involved. So make your stuff and send it me to: tab_ularasa@hotmail.com
I didn't know this girl but it' like i knew her so well. She's name was Eva. She lived in Rome. She was a biker. She died in front of Colosseo.. killed from a car (mayby a fucking taxi) ... even that didn't stop. Every time that I'm close to the place where she died i speak with her, I smile and I saw that she smiling too.