Reggio Emilia’s tiara dazzles with Approach, Basilica di San Prospero, Piazza Fontanesi, ICC and Colletivo FX among other usual suspects. However, Reggio came on my radar whilst creating Food4Thought, part of artist led guided walks for motiroti’s last project Multiwalks. Being the London host, I gelled with Simone, the artist behind Colletivo FX. In 2013 upon his invitation and to experience their street art I visited him. A short and magical day trip during which I met the posse of artists working independently as well as collectively from under that banner. The most precious yet hidden gem of the city was this vast derelict site called Reggiane as it lies unnoticed behind the train station of Reggio. Continue reading Uncut gem of Reggio Emilia
Happiness is… following your heart with love, joy and respect.
A conversation between Anotnio Pizzo and me (the self-confessed Scheherazade) in 2006, formerly published by Antonio as Identity, Transformation, and Digital Languages.
Thomas Christiansen and I spent some time together while I showed him photographs from Mas(k)culinities. Upon my request to write down some of his observations… he graced me this essay!
“The most powerful element to the craft of maskulinity, for me, is its ability to render very different experiences depending on the proximity and focus through which people examine the images. Continue reading Impressions on Masculinity
Like chapters of a book unravelling its story… motiroti went through its incredibly rich life of creating collaborations and associations literally with hundreds of artists and millions across the globe. Its ethos based on a culture of sharing, continues.
As a young nineteen year old and secretly in love with senior NCA student in Lahore, I wanted to know his zodiac sign to understand him better inside and out. And he, he had no idea when he was born because his elders put a made up date on his birth certificate. According to his mother he was born the same summer, two days apart when her favourite white goat had her first-born. There was too much commotion so no one remembered! Continue reading motiroti… living archives