my little eve-ny

Eve is a New York-based character with a thing for fabric and quotes.

Authentic existence involves the idea that one has to create oneself and then live in accordance with this self (supergirls always wear boots)
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.



In progress. Small piece for Eve ‘s installation
"what sight means cannot be expressed. Words can’t capture its strange essence. Life begins with sight" (Amelie Nothomb)

In progress. Small piece for Eve ‘s installation

"what sight means cannot be expressed. Words can’t capture its strange essence. Life begins with sight" (Amelie Nothomb)

The secret life of some drawers ….

The secret life of some drawers ….

No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Eve…  I have been talking about my work in the latest issue of Hestetika magazine.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Eve…  I have been talking about my work in the latest issue of Hestetika magazine.

She had to tell him, while she still had time, how wrong he’d been and how right she’d been. How wrong not to love her more, how wrong not to cherish her and have sex at every opportunity, (…) how wrong to have been gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes: she had to tell him all of this, every single day

She had to tell him, while she still had time, how wrong he’d been and how right she’d been. How wrong not to love her more, how wrong not to cherish her and have sex at every opportunity, (…) how wrong to have been gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes: she had to tell him all of this, every single day

Per la verità, non amo molto viaggiare. Tutti i miei viaggi li ho affrontati malvolentieri, la realtà dei nuovi paesi equivale quella dei vecchi. Le città mai viste, arrivandoci, mi preoccupano anzi come vere e proprie persone che bisogna prima attentamente conoscere se non si vuol correre il rischio di legarvisi con un’amicizia inutile e precipitosa. Il traffico, gli abitanti, certe frasi che si colgono a volo, le risposte del garzone del buffet, le sfumature del nuovo dialetto, invece di interessarmi, ormai mi rattristano…
E ciò che di rado nel mio ambiente mi colpisce, ossia che la vita scorre ogni giorno e una volta per sempre, mi si rivela altrove irreparabilmente vero.
È negli specchi degli alberghi che mi accorgo di essere invecchiato.

Ecco un’altra donna alla finestra. Non ne sopporto la presenza, ossia mi addolora. Forse nemmeno si è accorta di me, dunque non saprà mai che esisto anch’io, che le sono passato accanto. E il fatto che debba seguitare ad affacciarsi ogni giorno, quando io sarò risalito sul treno, la certezza che tutto qui cambierà (usciranno anche i giornali locali), mi fa rimpiangere di aver deciso questa sosta.

—Ennio Flaiano