I Will Dare
Replacements
 
Il caso non esiste!!! Quell'oscuro oggetto del desiderio - Luis Bunuel

"That Obscure Object of Desire"
by Luis Bunuel (1977)

starring Fernando Rey
Ángela Molina
Carole Bouquet
and Milena Vukotic

#35mm
 
Il sogno di Frédéric - L'amour, l'après-midi (Rohmer, 1971)

"Love in the Afternoon"
by Eric Rohmer (1972)

starring Bernard Verley
Françoise Verley
and Zouzou

#35mm
 
Blue Trombone (Part 1 & 2)

J.J. Johnson (1 of 5)
"Blue Trombone" from: Blue Trombone
1959 (Columbia)

#jazzlegends
 
Heroes - Noi, i ragazzi dello zoo di Berlino
Amazing film, this is the scene I love the most. But who doesn't fall to the ground, who doesn't slip, who doesn't crumple to the floor is...
Black and white?
 
Keep Your Eye On The Sparrow

#unochenonsiannoiavaperniente

An attempt, almost impossible, at a semi-serious journey through the discography and countless collaborations of Steve Gadd, in almost chronological order.
1975 MERRY CLAYTON - EYE ON THE SPARROW
 
Well It's True

The Creeps

#garagedintorni (66/1)

Let’s close the story with the Reverend:
This album remains a testament to the most enigmatic garage band of the Eighties, capable of putting on a circus where a psychotic beat like Hard to Find coexists side by side with the dreamy arabesques of Well It’s True, the rattlesnakes of The Creep with the exceptional country ride of Bodhi Tree, the gentle tinkling of Betty Crooper with the cyclopean pace of Valley of the Giants, the carbon copy of Teeny Bopper, Teeny Bopper with the deadly Haunted. An album completely wrapped in the threads of the Sixties (the dark-folk of the Music Machine, instrumental and cinematic music, the raw energy of the Count Five, the rebellious sound of the Standells, the jangle-beat of the Syndicate of Sound, the psychedelic punk of the Chocolate Watch Band) yet capable of unleashing a unique aroma, the aroma of the most stylish retro-band in all of underground garage.
 
#laughingsoasnottocry

Enzo Maolucci ‎– Un giorno da leone

"In the ghetto where I teach, I hate union diplomacy. My relationship with the school, I confess, I would like to be purely sexual. The girls in the class have butts that can drive you crazy. The principal reminds me of Lana Turner and has a smile like a Nazi 'maitresse'. I say everything and I'm screwed; they've suspended me and then reported me, but I turn to a friend, a party official.
With him, I keep spilling my guts. I laugh at Berlinguer and his compromise. I talk as a pessimist: even Marxist faith brings anguish. I want to take action and make my revolution.
But he says, in a Bolshevik tone: "I don’t know what you’re looking for, my friend!" And I: "Your wife's thighs, which know my desires!". There’s a scuffle, I run away, and take shelter in a pizzeria. (Better to be an idiot with a meal than a starving lion)."