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BLOT2058Letteralmente fuori dalla porta della città, con l’automobile e qualche spicciolo. Una roba semplice, perchè in questi giorni fa caldo e il mare è solamente ad un paio d’ore da qui. E al mare ci sono gli amici, il pesce buono e un bianco francese travestito da rosso, la stessa intensità di rosso che poi incontri sul palco, indossato da una direttrice d’orchestra d’eccezione e eccezionale. Ma prima c’è un paesino che sembra fatto con i Lego, che di giorno si lascia scopare senza precauzioni un pò da tutti, lo guardano da uno schermo, talvolta attaccato a un bastone, sorridono. Ma non c’è un cazzo da ridere. Chissà se ridevano anche Byron e Shelley quando lo videro per la prima volta. Sono giorni che penso all’utilità della fotografia nel 2015, al suo uso, al mio uso. Non arrivo da nessuna parte. Probabilmente non serve a nulla che io ci pensi. Ho WordPress, Tumblr e ora anche Instagram. Ho spazi virtuali creati da persone reali. Ho migliaia di fotografie analogiche e digitali che probabilmente non usciranno mai dalla loro cartella. E’ dunque a questo che servono tutte queste “piattaforme”? A dar sfogo al nostro ego creando delle mini esposizioni che dureranno fino alla caduta dei server delle suddette? Non credo di avere la risposta, in compenso in questo momento ho un paio di zanzare che mi ronzano intorno e un buon bicchiere di whisky nel quale bagnarmi. Ho momenti pieni e altri privi. Come può in così pochi anni esser diventata così importante l’immagine? E perchè? Che bisogno abbiamo di esporre ed esporci? Probabilmente lo stesso che ho io a pormi certe questioni. Intanto ho i Luminal che suonano e cantano dentro le casse. Ho condivisioni, mi piace e stati. Ma alla fine non ho un cazzo. Ho l’evoluzione del sistema binario, una ragazza, degli amici e delle robe che mi piace fare indipendentemente da tutte le stronzate che ho scritto qui sopra. Ho il presente, che come mi ricordano i ragazzi della band sopracitata: “Aspettiamo sempre tempi migliori ma non ci rendiamo conto che non c’è miglior tempo del presente.”

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BLOT1142A month has passed since our last day on the snow, and now i’m here writing about those days at the Grand Saint Bernard Pass. We started our trip on Saturday, little cloudy, and a bit of shy sun. We left the car a couple of meters before the barrier closing the road, skis on the back, comfy shoes and the way up the pass starts. Luckily the walking is not too long, and as soon as snow patches starts, we can start to skin up on slis and splitboards. I’s a nice experience to walk on a national road which is very very busy of cars and motorbike in the summer! The snow was now absolutely the center of the scene, and its presence made me think about the times the asphalt road was still not built; people walking up, or skiing with the first woodden skis, when nature was the queen and its rules could not be overtaken. We reached the hospice after about 4 hours of climbing, clouds still there but the air was smelling some changing, and after being welcomed by the monks, owners of the hospice, with nice soup, sausages and cheese, the sun finally came out strong and Massimo had the chance to take the group for a couple of runs over the hospice, followed by a nice dinner and an early bedtime. Church choirs wake us up in the morning, and we go out after a big breakfast. No sun, only fog. We still decide to try to climb the Mont Fourchon. The visibility is very poor, but on top we get to see for few minutes the Mont Blanc in the background; almost a reward for our stubborn climb in the dark. Quick t-shirt change on top with the wind almost taking away our stuff and we begin the descent. The visibility gets better going down, we even meet some Chamois. The spring is coming! While skiing down, i think about the last couple of hours spent in the hospice, the kindness of the monks, to the sweetness of the bread freshly made up there, the dinner, the visit to the Hospice museum, to the strength that this place holds, I think to modern times full of borders, absurd laws and so much suspicion. I think to what the borders where for our ancestors, to the exchange and the richness (not that made of coins) that people used to earn and donate. I think that you should go to the hospice, but do it by foot, ski or bike, it certainly has another taste.

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BLOT0314I believe in breaks, in those moments that make you stop, those when you must observe, you must breathe. Those obliged stops that make you admire the useless human presence. I believe in friendship and in selective condivision. I think that Misérin is one of those places, and much more, a magic spot out of time, even though those might be sold out words for the ones who live the mountain and does not take advantage  of it. To get there you don’t need iron legs and ultra-tech lightweight stuff but only a bit of heart and sweat. Then, you reach the Misérin, and everything opens up, like a city in summer o r a flower in spring. All of a sudden you notice that the eyes become the first thing, primary representation of your needs. You got everything there, the view, the wine, the beer, the commodities, vices and goodness and a dog called Woulk. Avalaible for the sight only, because taking advantage of certain things could not be so easy. In the end this is one of the places of my heart, together with others in this magic Valley in which I live, that still at 30 I did not explore all; sometimes stinginess is good – I should say – otherwise life could be so boring! That’s one of the places where I would like to stay for a couple of weeks of vacation. Not cruises or Club Med’s, just a house, a lake, nectar and some good pages to read. Maybe a bit of tobacco and some sweet note. Please, go to the Misérin Refuge, in winter, summer, spring or autumn, but absolutely go there, because if you still have a bit of humility and sensitivity, in those fucked up years 2000, this is the right place to take it out; that’s the right place to stop, at least for 5 minutes. Go away from everything, from the traffic, from the Bible, from the downtown aperitif and from the banks. But make it, before you crash, because that suffering wich is on everybody’s mouth, must be endorsed, at least once in your life. And that’s THE place where you can do it.

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001695860029Puntata fresca di sturie e situe con dentro la Fiera di Sant’Orso, le montagne dell’Argentera e la presentazione di Miseria nera. E poi un sacco di occhi rossi, vino, cibo, rifiuti solidi urbani, amici, pellicce, arrampicatori sociali, fiori, morti apparenti, gente che suona seduta, copricapi e ciao grazie.

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BLOT9521The heliski experience is just unique and  really suggested to all the freeride lovers: a thing to try at least once in a lifetime! The typical heliskiing day is pretty different from the classic snowboard day, since the moment when you wait the chopper, all the senses come into play, first you hear the loud noise of the helicopter, then you see it landing and a moment before getting onboard the air moved by the blades hits your face like it wants to tell: “You’re about to fly! Get ready!”
The heliskiing activity in Courmayeur is really suggestive, flying along the Val Veny you immediately notice on the left a big face, the “Mont Fortin Sector”, wich you have to carefully look for spotting lines, because it’s the area where you can easily find good powder conditions, thanks to its north facing slopes. Looking right you can admire the greatness of some famous glaciers like the Brenva first and the Miage later, with their big crevasses and seracs that make you understand you are entering a world where man cannot stay long, but just for some time, the high mountain environment.
Once landed, the first impression is like being in paradise: a breathtaking 360° degrees view, where the sight will be lost around the infinity of peaks in front of you and the unreal silence will get you unique sensations.
I must say we have been very lucky with a perfect combination: sun, wind calm, 30 centimeters of fresh snow, and no tracks of skis or snowboards in front of us!
The first descent that we got to ride is in the “Pyramides Calcaires” area, very good spot to test the slopes on a first ride, or as a first helicopter ride for people who are still not very confident with powder and steep terrain but still want to try the Heliskiing experience. From the first area, we then moved with a second Heli ride towards the “Mont Fortin sector”, where the deep, perfect powder snow gave us big emotions on steep lines but always in safety.  This last area is more challanging than the one before, and is suited for riders who already have some experience in freeriding.
To finish off we can just wish, to everyone who will decide to try the heliskiing experience, to find a superb sunny day as the one whe had!

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BLOT8322 This season the snow arrived very late, so we had to wait until the 1st of February to get the chance to ride powder in the woods of La Thuile. We had been checking the weather for some days, and then finally we saw that a big storm was going to hit the Mont Blanc area from north and reach La Thuile as well, with abundant snowfalls. The dream came true! On Friday some old friends, all ex professional snowboard riders, contacted us to know if we would be out riding in the weekend; they also had seen that a lot of snow was falling in La Thuile and they wanted to enjoy it after having been surfing for one day in Finale Ligure. That would be the perfect combo! Enough said, on Sunday we all were on the first gondola up the woods of La Thuile, sticking our faces on the windows to check out how much snow there really was, and the more we would go up, the more our smiles would grow! We couldn’t wait to get inside those magic woods, a real natural playground where you can lay down turns, jump rocks, trees and bushes all covered up in snow. The choice of riding in the woods was done because it was still snowing on the top part of the slopes, with low visibility and strong winds as well. To our big surprise we noticed a blue patch of sky above our heads, giving visibility back on the whole resort. Minutes after getting on the “Chaz Dura Express” chairlift we were on the start of the “Elliot” couloir, where we rode it very quickly before the weather would close in again. Once having ridden it, the sky was all cloudy again. Not too bad, we were again inside the woods where we rode different lines all day, until our legs could not take it anymore. We felt absolutely destroyed at the end of such a big day of riding, but when we stopped, we still wanted so bad to keep riding those magical woods!

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BLOT9062Perchè la toponomastica è importante e la voglia di vedere posti di cui si è letto e sentito tanto ancora di più, quindi grazie a chi mi ha invitato, ai padroni di casa, ai fantasmi di pietra e alle presenze naturali, ai villaggi silenti tenuti svegli da una pasticceria, un market e un pub, a chi vuol bene a questi silenzi, al pellet che non bruciava e al 3g che non prendeva, agli episodi ricordati, ai cavalli delle slitte e ai croissants ghiacciati, ai sorrisi e alle medie bevute. Sono stati 2 giorni stupendi. Grazie alla neve, che quest’anno è arrivata un pò in ritardo rispetto alle nostre abitudini, forse perchè non ce la meritiamo più insieme all’albero di Natale, a braccetto col consumismo e quelle finzioni lì o forse perchè solo così riusciamo ad apprezzarla veramente, quando è libera di cadere dal cielo e non ha bisogno di trasformazioni artificiali, perchè per ora le stagioni non le trovi tra le offerte dell’ipermercato, esistono ancora e per fortuna decidono ancora loro quando palesarsi.

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