Bologna Uni and Thru a Camera Lens
I pen this in heeled boots on the stone steps of this crisply autumn day.Last night I taught 2 boys and 2 girls-- all university students here in Modena. AND MAN! This age group is SO HARD FOR ME. My peers. Same age as me. I don't quite now how to organically enjoy the unique fun of it (since they're my age, are up on pop culture, have similar interests and senses of humor) while being a damn good teacher. I haven't found the rhythm yet and it's killing me. I'm reminded of a similar frustration last year with teaching teenagers for the first time. Oh well. With time, with time.
Here are loads loads loads of photos ("loads" = British English for our "tons"... my housemates' influence...) from the corridors of Bologna where students trek. I love them.
I'm heading to Bologna in a matter of minutes myself-- with my housemate Sofia-- maximizing on our Friday of no teaching.
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Bologna thru the Lens <>
Alongside this church was this bit of graffiti (I LOVE graffiti)-- interestingly commenting on the structure and what the structure is/represents...
Within... Rows unoccupied. Light shining on nothing but cold marble and dusty statues.
My housemate Abi and I last Saturday as we trekked in the rain. I look tired I think in this photo... :) I still haven't been sleeping well...
I LOVE this bit of graffiti. A sentiment somehow poetic but piercing.
The murals inside a Chiesa steps away from the University-- following the life of a woman who chose to live a soulful life...
This statue is perched atop a set of steps alongside the weekly Market that is the mother of all markets. Saturdays. Every Saturday. This statue really grabs me. There is such fierce emotion frozen here...
This poor fallen soul. I can almost feel his fall... the floppy way he hangs there lifeless... So strangely alive-- yet metaled and cold.
The pompous look. Victory. Gloating victory. His look reminds me of "The Portrait of Dorian Gray"-- Dorian's contempt...
A Levi Jeans ad in a window off of Via Zamboni-- the University street... Positioned interestingly there in my opinion... near feet's walkway-- where students are constantly in motion...
I love this angle of the statue dead center in the piazza where Via Zamboni (the University street) begins. The human hand is covering the face of the religious figure. The covering/distracting power of the human hand...
This cell-phone-ed bike boy aside Bologna's central Piazza Maggiore-- as the sun goes down.
A hallway where the sunlight caresses this iron pattern in such a speech-robbing way.
The photo is now a tweeked and collaged creation of my own. I love the signs...
This shop that has held my heart for a year now... It's Bologna reflection...
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Portraits of People at the mouth of Via Zamboni <>
The Friends...
The Conversing Woman...
Made in Italy... :)
The boy being directed...
The contemplating wait-er...
The students in their own worlds of action...
The "communicating" lovers...
The pub-sitting coffee-drinkers...
Those crossing the street beneath a hand-scrawled sign...
Handwritten and simply printed ads littering the posts-- like a thousand tongues-- flapping in the autumn wind...(ok. way too poetic. :)...)
The monk in the empty church doorway. The studying student. The friends on break.
The PR students-- posting their pillar contribution
The church. The arrow. The flapping masking-taped notices...
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Ah... ok.
Good remembrances for this Friday afternoon.
It's 2:02. Time to catch up with Sofia. To the station we go.
posted by )(( hannah mello ))( @ 4:35 AM
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