{"id":1839,"date":"2024-02-08T13:27:17","date_gmt":"2024-02-08T12:27:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/analogic-archive\/brescia-1976-1982\/"},"modified":"2024-02-17T16:56:45","modified_gmt":"2024-02-17T15:56:45","slug":"brescia-1976-1982","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/analogic-archive\/brescia-1976-1982\/","title":{"rendered":"Brescia 1976-1982"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wpb-content-wrapper\">[vc_row][vc_column width=&#8221;1\/4&#8243;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1707395559826{margin-right: 50px !important;}&#8221;]That Friday evening was dragging on like so many others in the predictable boredom of sluggish exhaustion of sensational, vaguely revolutionary, minimally amusing or sensational ideas to discuss among friends; to act for.<\/p>\n<p>When Roberto stealthily handed me a strange casing: &#8220;Are you interested?&#8221; A \u201cthing\u201d enclosed in a leatherette case. At first glance, bulky and cumbersome.<\/p>\n<p>Telling me, he didn&#8217;t know what to do with that insipid fatherly gift. If I had given him seventy thousand lire he would have given it to me. With concern I began to turn it over and over in my hands.<\/p>\n<p>Observing it with growing curiosity; understanding its mechanisms, movements and knobs. After a short while, I managed to open the hatch, revealing the frosted glass of the viewer with the frame inside. Suddenly the world appeared to me dotted with unusual symmetries.<\/p>\n<p>I said: \u201cOkay!\u201d. Then I got up and left the now asphyxia company of friends. I went out onto Viale Venezia which stretched out deserted into the late night, holding the &#8220;thing&#8221; in my hands.<\/p>\n<p>With my head bent over the cockpit, walking blindly back and forth, I began to frame and shoot. Even though there was no film in the film chamber. It was called YASHICA MAT124G: my first challenging camera.<\/p>\n<p>And Brescia, its streets, its suburbs, its perimetral and soul metamorphosis of those years, were the places where my photographic passion began. It was the spring of 1974. A place and a time that couldn\u2019t not have a particular tribute.[\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;16px&#8221;][vc_btn title=&#8221;Back&#8221; color=&#8221;black&#8221; size=&#8221;sm&#8221; i_icon_fontawesome=&#8221;fas fa-arrow-alt-circle-left&#8221; add_icon=&#8221;true&#8221; link=&#8221;url:https%3A%2F%2Fwww.andreacalestani.it%2Fen%2Fanalogic-archive%2F|&#8221;][\/vc_column][vc_column width=&#8221;3\/4&#8243;][vc_masonry_media_grid grid_id=&#8221;vc_gid:1707395822732-69d8896362a705972057a26bedab4fa1-8&#8243; include=&#8221;1192,1168,1169,1170,1171,1172,1173,1174,1175,1176,1177,1178,1179,1180,1181,1182,1183,1184,1185,1186,1187,1188,1189,1190,1191&#8243; css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1707396031122{border-top-width: 3px !important;border-right-width: 3px !important;border-bottom-width: 3px !important;border-left-width: 3px !important;border-left-color: #ffffff !important;border-left-style: initial !important;border-right-color: #ffffff !important;border-right-style: initial !important;border-top-color: #ffffff !important;border-top-style: initial !important;border-bottom-color: #ffffff !important;border-bottom-style: initial !important;}&#8221;][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[vc_row][vc_column width=&#8221;1\/4&#8243;][vc_column_text css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1707395559826{margin-right: 50px !important;}&#8221;]That Friday evening was dragging on like so many others in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1672,"parent":1833,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1839","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1839","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1839"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1839\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1833"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.andreacalestani.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1839"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}