Feet and The Homemade Uncanny

mi fa freddo le cosce

Above right in the GIF a print signed by Andrea Pazienza in 1983. This print, now in my Genoese tiny loft, has been a cipher and imprint of my apartment in Via Filzi 10 in Milan, i.e. my beloved and envied loft with a very strange heritage I inherited in spite of myself – the engineer who rented the studio to me died suddenly in the mountains during a climbing in Switzerland, where he lived with his new younger companion he had his house in usufruct until his death, a legacy of his wife to whom he had survived and which would then be handed over to a famous Milanese medical institution, which had lent palliative care to the lady in her last days. A sad, pining and melancholic story, but very beautiful, painful and romantic, at least in one direction.
The emblazoned Milanese medical institution made a use that could not have been worse: after denying me and my roommates a slight lowering of the rent, with the result that we had to go – I resolved to move around, away from Milan, at the time my heart beat for Berlin, so I relocated there, definitively, or at least that was what I thought. One time I returned to Milan for a medical issue, I already hadn’t lived there for three months, but with my rucksack on the very early morning once got off from the night train from Stuttgart I went there like a sleep-walker and for a time resembling hours and hours, under the closed windows of the mezzanine that had been my dwelling.

Pazienza’s print was displayed in the studio between the two windows, the same ones that I was now starring at from the outside. But the press, on my return from Stuttgart, had fortunately already been rescued from the neglect typical of 90% of Italian institutions, not only public – otherwise it would be remained in the apartment now closed for 15 years, what for a blamable behaviour – so that when I look at it now hanging on another wall and in another city I remember myself of those super beautiful years with cheerful nostalgia. I believe that it is representation itself, the vignette that makes nostalgia less bitter-sweet and more peppery. Thanks Paz.

Zanardi is a fictional comic book character created by Andrea Pazienza (1956-1988) and the protagonist of a series of comic stories made in the eighties. He debuted in 1981 in the magazine Frigidaire. A perfidious and amoral high school student, he became representative of the generation of young Italians in the early 1980s. Massimo Zanardi, known as Zanna, is a tall, thin young boy with an aquiline nose, blue eyes – with a cold and impassive look – and blond hair with a pronounced tuft, a repeating student at the Bologna high school during the early 1980s; in the first stories he is 21 years old while in the last he claims to be 23; he is extremely cynical and evil, without scruples or values; makes use of all kinds of drugs. He has friends: Roberto Colasanti known as Colas and Sergino Petrilli known as Pietra. He has committed a long series of reprehensible acts, from theft to murder; he is fatherless and has a sister. Drive a black Golf. Pazienza himself said of the character, in an interview: «Zanardi’s main characteristic is emptiness. The absolute emptiness that permeates every action “.