It happened at the red carpet of the Grammys a couple of years ago. I had been nominated for best dance song for Love Today, much to my own confusion, as I never considered Love Today to be a dance song at all, but I went to the ceremony and was sent down the red carpet of doom …
Once upon a time there was a boy who was angry with everyone and everything around him. So angry, that one night he decided to run away. Whilst preparing his bag to leave home he thought about what he would need. He packed his clothes but then his books and games. Fearing discomfort he packed his bed…
Dear Mika, I hope this finds you well. I have no idea where in the world you will be when you read this. My life so far has been made up of so many twists, turns and contradictions, that there is no way of predicting where or how you will be. For starters, I just hope you are alive! Even if the world has become a terrible or hostile place, without water and without seasons, I still hope you’re in it. Not because I want to maintain my presence for as long as possible, but just because I’m curious and you’re my only way of finding out….
You are nothing. You are just a drop in the most enormous ocean you can imagine. No one remembers a drop we only remember waves. You are as worthless and forgettable as a grain of sand on the last beach you stood on or as a single droplet of rain on your windscreen during the last rain storm. That is what they want you to believe…
On the 52nd floor of the tallest building in Tokyo Isabella holds her face in her hands in desperation. She tells me that my choice of vocabulary is “brutto” and that I’m speaking Italian like a butcher. I refute her criticism saying that I’m speaking not like a butcher but a New Yorker. She rolls her eyes and adds that this is the first time she has met someone who not only manages to butcher the Italian language but also speak it with the accent of the Spanish ambassador’s wife. I tell her that in that case, I shouldn’t have hired a Sicilian snob for a teacher. This is just another Italian lesson with my teacher Isabella, and a daily occurrence in my life at the moment as I endeavor to learn Italian in two months…..
My maternal Grandfather left Damascus, at the age of 15, with his possessions on the back of a donkey and ended up at Ellis Island. In the United States he built his new life and his business. My paternal Grandfather left his Atlanta Georgia roots and his Ivy League education to make his life as a US diplomat carving out groundbreaking deals in the middle east…
«In a small fish restaurant in Lisbon, Asia Argento sips her glass of white wine. We have escaped the set of Fanny Ardent’s new movie in which the Italian actress is starring. She plays a cellist and I appear as her accompanist in the final scene. I refuse wine, afraid to fall asleep on set and complain about the hours of waiting. She laughs and says smiling, “Don’t you know? Actors aren’t paid to act, they’re paid to wait!”. We have only met a few hours ago and…