Traveling, inevitably, we are confronted with the existence of the cards.
We all know what are the cards and we all know what they do (even if now the cards have the same function once).
We went to Paris and we sent a postcard, we went to Venice and have sent a postcard ......
actions were (and are) always the same: choose card, buy greeting card, write what you write, and then stamp the letterbox .... then someone received ....
So you go to a different place, perhaps far away, you go to a place where there is a desire, ambition, and the motherboard, while it shows your thinking to a person, by ' Another witness your knowledge, your being in a place.
E 'even consider that until about twenty years ago (I speak a Sicilian who has lived on his own skin and always), to travel, even banal to go to Rome or Florence, it was neither obvious nor simple, nor particularly cheap.
Still less ordinary mortals could be considered normal to think of going a weekend in New York (assuming that it still needs some shaking) with his girlfriend.
those were other times, say, to my memory, twenty to thirty years ago .....
However, we are talking here of postcards: postcards that evoke, who collect postcards, greeting cards and postcards that represent that you have sent.
Many other interesting observations and analysis I come to mind aspects of communication, interpersonal, psychological and historical postcards now while not wishing to pursue this topic with a discussion focused.
I wonder what cards have been for a long time Palermo?
reproduced what and why?
Palermo in the '50s, '60s and '70s was the promised land of the Sicilians who lived in small towns of the island (in countries, as they say the "citizens" by giving the word a connotation sminuitiva). Displacement of populations, the wild construction, urbanization, residential carpet, are closely related to the organization control and management of political power in Sicily and in Palermo, Sicily and this city is the political and administrative capital.
From War to the 80s after the city expanded to carpet, saturating the area with a cement-layered and juxtaposed habitat, low-level quality and design aesthetic and technological.
trash made by companies and surveyors, in most of the new creations.
trash still in great demand by people who escaped and is still beyond the parameters of a successful civilian life in their habitat as a civil and livable.
But anyhow .... we know the economic stuff you sell easily .....
Returning to the postcards, I've found four, which represent, in my view, the imagination of those who "transferred" to Palermo from the country. " The imagery of "peasant "......
Postcards are a commercial product, like many others: the creation and printing of cards is a fact quite professional and technical specialists, as well as relatively expensive because the production numbers are necessary to return the product for sale at a reasonable cost. If anyone has made the postcards that I present is because it has evaluated the request and has developed a product that is sold, and selling we would have won. Normal. Among other things, speaking as a photographer I must say that the photos were used without doubt with professional technical equipment room type optical bench and the like. So it is not the case for taking pictures but challenging and carefully planned. For market demand and thus to an audience of buyers.
Thousands of these were sold as postcards and sent to someone.
Why this and why do I speak?
Why these pictures represent the ambition and the myth of modernity on the majority of the population of this city recently shared at a time.
In this context, urban and social were formed after a few generations. For personal circumstances thirty years ago - I was already pretty pain in the ass - I got to get to know people, extraction very popular, originating in Corleone: My father was their doctor and then we were invited at least a couple of times their house in the country.
Apart from the fact, only folk in this case, which were related to the family Bagarella, these nice ladies lived in a house whose ground floor was living in the mule barn and communicated directly with the scale of the house, inside .
Obviously I do not remember neither nor water heater heating or other similar amenities, but I certainly do not consider a snobbish, this is only for those who do not have any idea what the state we lived in the country thirty years ago in Sicily to war.
Before the war the situation I do not imagine it either.
It is obvious that, after receiving the postcard, the most unlucky cousin Corleone, Favara or Cesarò, weirs of desire but of envy, because it is understandable that the mule and its smell and all that revolves around going to do without.
The poor man received a postcard that probably was not even able to read, blinding and dreaming in front of those buildings, those streets, those blue skies.
It was interesting to send a photograph of Marina Square, the Teatro Massimo, or the cathedral, but the new districts where the most "lucky", the rich cousins, had moved, not even to make the goalie (it was a typical phenomenon a time) of the "palaces" and live in rooms where even an old washing machine, if he had a conscience, it would depress!
look at these postcards from the hyper-saturated color I naturally the painful realization that I propose: the places depicted in these photos have remained exactly the same as those of the cards, as the entire city, such as plants buildings, such as an entire society as a whole fictitious economy, welfare and profoundly ill.
Everything is as it was thirty years ago.
But time passes, the skies above the cards are no longer blue and the houses-of-modern miracle for the Sicilians "evolved" they fall apart.
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