PALAZZINARO I LOVE YOU

«Characters and events are fictitious, but true is the reality that produces them» F. Rosi

For thirteen years I track him, but nothing. With regret I throw in the towel and conclude that the celebrated palazzinaro (building speculator) no longer exists. The race of the first palazzinari was already endangered during my first years at the faculty of architecture and now it’s just among my just faded memories.

Oh Palazzinaro, my palazzinaro! You were so cool with your star of pork silhouette and your shiny watches, luxury cars and beautiful women!

You could give us the Maxxi within a few years with the thrill of Zaha Hadid still alive dancing to the shapes of our zigzagging back: from the top to the bottom in a flow of concrete sand perfect in appearance.

If you were here we could still stop dreaming and finally let our marks run from paper to reality. Although your methods were sometimes questionable, you could embellish our cities dressing them in raw concrete and dispensing under the table work for everyone.

Now that you left us in the hands of conspicuous false sustainability and in the clutches of lustful administrators near to octogenarian architects and architects, we cannot just get over it and leave the reader to this collection, the fourth issue of a cultural independent magazine born a year ago in the kitchen of a small apartment in Via Appia Nuova in Rome.

text by Francesco Lipari