Tag Archives: Italy

Idyllic Photographs of the Tuscan and Moravian Landscapes by Marcin Sobas

Poland-based photographer Marcin Sobas captures mesmerizing images of agricultural fields and hills of Tuscany, Italy and the Czech Republic (first photo). Sobas approach is unique in that instead of capturing the entirety of the landscape he instead uses a telephoto zoom lens allowing him to take tightly cropped shots that appear both immense in scale but extremely specific in scope. You can read more about his process in an interview over on 500x, and click through any of the images above to see them full size.

The Pipe-Organ ATM: The Most Frequently Used ATM in Italy

This weekend marked the opening of the 54th annual Venice Biennale, featuring an immense international selection of art. Quickly shaping up to be a crowd favorite is this fully-functional Pipe-Organ ATM by the artist duo Allora & Calzadilla, that plays a unique melody with every dispensation of cash. Some theorize the melody increases in complexity and length depending on the size of the current patrons bank account, something denied by officials. With constant lines forming around the pavilion in which the ATM is housed its currently experiencing withdrawals at four times the rate of an average ATM in Italy. If I withdrew money from it I’m pretty sure it would play either a single note or a sad trombone sound. Photo courtesy thefuturistics. (via art ruby)

By Christopher on June 6, 2011 • installation interactive Italy money Venice Biennale

Under the Lucan Sun

Under the Lucan Sun people Italy film documentary

Almost an antithesis to yesterday’s clip about the Salton Sea, this short film by Leonardo Dalessandri walks us through a small area of southern Italy, exploring the residents, landscapes, and small moments of daily life that through the lens of this filmmaker are nothing short of magical. All the more spectacular to me is the inclusion of music by Isao Tomita (mentioned here previously). This particular track being something my dad used to rock me to sleep to, giving this whole thing a layer of bizarre nostalgia for a place I’ve never been. I think you’ll agree with me when I say: I want to go to there.