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xristina antonelli

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Η συλλογή μας βρίσκεται εδώ:




επισκεφθείτε την και εμπλουτίστε την!



Αναγνωστοπούλου Πολυτίμη- Μαρία , Χριστίνα Αντωνέλλη

204    La isla bonita 
516   Moi lolita
362   Apologize









 Έκανα τον γύρο του οικοδομικού τετραγώνου ακούγοντας μουσική στο mp3, κοιτώντας συνέχεια κάτω και μετρώντας από μέσα μου ώστε να μην επικεντρώνομαι σε ό,τι βλέπω ή ακούω γύρω μου. Όταν τέλειωνε το κάθε τραγούδι κοίταζα αμέσως αριστερά ή δεξιά και συνέλλεγα το πρώτο αντικείμενο που έβλεπα. Ακολούθησα την ίδια διαδικασία έξι φορές και κατέληξα να συλλέξω έξι ''αντικείμενα''. Το κάθε ''αντικείμενο'' της συλλογής, λοιπόν, χαρακτηρίζεται από έναν αριθμό, μια εικόνα και έναν ήχο.
250   Call on me
528   I get knocked down
384   Only this moment










Comments (8)

xristina antonelli said

at 10:54 pm on Oct 17, 2008

anevasa mia foto tis protis prospatheias sillogis .. tha akolouthisei k anartisi tis deuteris prospatheias sintoma..

xristina antonelli said

at 7:17 pm on Oct 18, 2008

Στην δεύτερη προσπάθεια συλλογής ακολούθησα την παρακάτω μέθοδο ώστε να επιλέξω όσο το δυνατόν πιο τυχαία:
Έκανα τον γύρο του οικοδομικού τετραγώνου ακούγοντας μουσική στο mp3, κοιτώντας συνέχεια κάτω και μετρώντας από μέσα μου ώστε να μην επικεντρώνομαι σε ό,τι βλέπω ή ακούω γύρω μου. Όταν τέλειωσε το πρώτο τραγούδι κοίταξα αμέσως αριστερά και συνέλλεξα το πρώτο αντικείμενο. Ακολούθησα την ίδια διαδικασία κοιτώντας δεξιά, πάνω και κάτω. Κατέληξα να συλλέξω τα εξής:
Κάτω : μια τρύπα σαν λούκι στα πλακάκια
Πάνω: μια κυρία στο μπαλκόνι να με κοιτάζει
Δεξιά: μια άσχημη μυρωδιά
Αριστερά: ένα χαρτί στο τοίχο που έγραφε ¨ Βρέθηκε σκυλάκι ράτσας. Όποιος το έχασε να επικοινωνήσει στο τηλ. …. ¨

xristina antonelli said

at 3:25 am on Dec 7, 2008

ergo texnis pros analisi

The Hotel(1981), Sophie Calle

xristina antonelli said

at 1:02 pm on Jan 12, 2009

In The Hotel, Calle, working as a chambermaid in a Venetian hotel learns about the lives of the tenants by going through and photographing their belongings. Like a detective looking for the incriminating clue, Calle scrutinizes every object in the room. She meticulously searches through the tenants' baggage, diaries, and even the garbage to piece together their lives. She makes note of the smallest details such as "a dirty comb with broken teeth" or a "mind-boggling pair of shoes." From her scrutiny she pieces together where the people are from, what they are doing that day, what they like or dislike, and so on. In this work, Calle displays her photographs accompanied by texts describing her findings. In one text, Calle reveals the attachment she feels for the tenant. After he is gone, she writes, "He has left his orange peels in the wastebasket, three fresh eggs on the windowsill, and the remains of a croissant which I polish off. . . . I will try to forget him. . . . I shall miss him."

xristina antonelli said

at 1:02 pm on Jan 12, 2009

“For ‘The Hotel,’ I spent one year to find the hotel, I spent three months going through the text and writing it, I spent three months going through the photographs, and I spent one day deciding it would be this size and this frame . . . it’s the last thought in the process.”

—Sophie Calle

xristina antonelli said

at 1:03 pm on Jan 12, 2009

The Hotel, Room 30
Wednesday March 4, 1981. 11:20a.m.
I go into room 30. Only one bed has been slept in, the one on the right. There is a small bag on the luggage stand. A beautifully ironed silk nightgown lies on the chair that has been pulled up near the bed: it clearly has never been worn. Everything else is still in the traveling bag. All I see there is men’s clothing: grey trousers, a grey striped shirt, a pair of socks, a toilet kit (razor, shaving cream, comb, aftershave lotion), a dog-eared photograph of a group of young people surrounding an older woman, a passport in the name of M.L., male sex, Italian nationality, born in 1946 in Rome, his place of residence, five foot seven, blue eyes. The bathroom is empty, so is the closet, but in the drawer of the night table I find: a box of Panter cigars, a fountain pen, airmail stationary, a leather box with the initials M.L. On a piece of paper is the address of a Mr. and Mrs. B. in Florence, a wallet with five identical photographs of a blond woman and a wedding photograph showing the man in the passport in a tuxedo and the blond woman in a wedding gown. There is also an old bill from the Hotel C., dated March 4,1979, in the name of Mr. and Mrs. L for the same room, number 30. Exactly two years ago, M.L. spent the night in the Hotel C. with his wife. He has come back alone. With the embroidered nightgown in his suitcase. His reservation was for last night only. He is leaving today. I’ll do the room later.

xristina antonelli said

at 1:51 pm on Jan 12, 2009

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