Everything started with this phrase by Maria: “I have been forgotten as an umbrella”. Thank you Maria and…..CHAPEAU!<\/span><\/p>\n They are carelessly put aside, forgotten in the most unexpected places, superficially lost, but, somehow, they keep telling us a thousand stories. They are folded still wet, dropped in a corner from which they begin a new adventure. Complex and unpredictable routes mark the life of umbrellas, magic items with no bosses, born to create a barrier between us and the sky, when the rain falls and reminds us how little is the distance from the clouds.<\/span><\/p>\n (Text by Maria Di Poppa)<\/span><\/p>\n ——————————————————————<\/span><\/p>\n ——————————————————————<\/span><\/p>\n ——————————————————————<\/span><\/p>\n <\/a> Tutto \u00e8 nato da una frase della mia amica Maria: “Scordata come un ombrello”. Tanta filosofia dietro un oggetto tanto comune, eppure cos\u00ec speciale. Questa \u00e8 la sua “umile”, illuminata interpretazione delle mie immagini. Grazie cara Maria e…..CHAPEAU! Spesso, quando qualcosa cessa di esserci utile, la scordiamo e per noi smette di esistere. Gli ombrelli,… <\/p>\n
\nA lot of philosophy behind such a common object and yet so special.
\nThis is her “modest”, enlightened interpretation of my images.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nOften, when something ceases to be useful for us, we forget it and this stops to exist. Umbrellas, forgotten for excellence, have stories beyond our memory. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nWhenever new hands, new journeys, new rainy days. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nWe forget them in a train, in a friend’s car in a very distant umbrella stand. They are replaced easily and those who find them, become the new partners. <\/span><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/umbertostefanelli.com\/photogeisha\/public\/japan_spring_2010_mii_2832_pg.jpg\")
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