Author: Mario Cresci
Editor: Antezza
Category: Art and photography
I belong to a generation that came of age browsing the pages of books stacked on bookshop tables — not yet sealed in cellophane — pretending to be customers, only to leave with the bittersweet feeling of not having bought anything, but with a mind happily saturated by the images absorbed from those pages, slowly and with great attention. The bookshop was, for all of us, a place of shared interests and emotions — a search for the key to understanding the world we were living in, and at the same time the only source capable of satisfying our hunger for images, signs, photographs, media, design, architecture, essays, and everything that opened the mind to the plurality of knowledge. The pages of those books stayed fixed in memory, feeding the curiosity of young creatives just starting out, driven by a desire to bring together the languages of art.