Castiglione Olona

A single month in Europe is hardly enough time to draw any real concrete conclusions about anything. But alas, in the end we have our experience, and our personal observations to ‘draw’ conclusions, so to speak.

So after Barcelona we headed straight for Milan. This was not our final destination, however, of this particular leg of the journey. We were heading to Castiglione Olona, a small town in the north of Italy near the Swiss border. I have an old artist friend who goes by the single name of ‘Trury’ who lives there, and she has graciously invited us to visit and film her life.

Trury is quite unique. She may very well be the is the first person I’ve come into close contact with who, in my own personal description of what I consider an artist to be, is a true artist in every sense of the word.

The first time I met Trury was in Berlin in 2002. We were both there on holiday, and it was the weekend of the famed ‘Love Parade’. We were both staying with a mutual friend, and therefore attended the Love Parade together. Long story short: we danced and drank a lot that day. At the end of the night I found myself back at Federico’s apartment with Trury, and she had taken the scissors to her long brown. When the dust had finally settled, she looked more like ‘The Legend of Billy Jean’ with long locks of hair covering the floor.

For some reason, I never forgot that night.

Keep the faith.