it has come the moment in which I finally scanned all the pictures shot with disposable cameras gently offered by DM and Rossmann, my now-broken Rolleiflex SL 35 and another radical chic shit idk the name of.
Many adversities have prevented my shoots to depict my night-life in Berlin or those friends who happened to visit me when my I was extremely broke for an Einwegkamera and my cool cameras were apparently broken.
Before starting my analog journey I kindly ask you to jointly scream a HeyMan for all those friends and acquaintances that will swallow up in the whirling black hole of memorial oblivion. You had been great, beautiful and dressed as black stars
NB for those portrayed here: remember for a moment my name on Instagram
–> dillidilligaf i.e. the crasis of dilli, my name, and dilligaf, that stands for: does it look like i give a fuck ?
This, my dear friends, will be the answer if you dare to bother me because you look shit in the pics I posted. You don’t look shit, you (we) are shit, but insta filters protect us all from undeniable truths. Feel like the 90’s. Peace.
It all started in Sicily, were, coming back from my long and rummish days in Cuba I was enjoying summer trying to solve bureaucratic matters of which many of you are well-aware and that cannot -for obvious legal reasons- be reported here.
They were peaceful thorny days.
Then a month of gap, where I was received by extraordinary Dario Ironhead in a nice house up Prenzlauerberg. There I stayed alone in a flat of someone I did not know, who then I discovered to be the egregious Danilo Figaro. I was there trying to figure out what I was exactly doing in Berlin, what were people saying and which were my future plans. It was the end of August, my classes at the Freie Universität started mid-October. Meanwhile I was receiving my first guests, I was reading or re-reading all the books of Bukowski and Wallace in the shelves and basically enjoyed that great thing that is my life.
Mid-September I miraculously found a flat in Berlin (Berliners know what I’m talking about). I sent my first email, I received a quick answer, it was the first and last apartment I saw. I took it: it was simply amazing.
Based in Anhalter Bahnhof I was living in a Plattenbau that is known in Berlin as the Wohnmaschine. There are around seven-hundred people living there and never happened to meet the same people in the elevator. It was weird and creepy. But my flat was at the 11th floor, I could see all Berlin from there, I had so much light, winter never came there.
At the begging of October we had the Orientation Day at University and on the train to go there I spoke to a blond nice girl which happened to become a dear friend of mine.
Rosa and I started spending lot of time together and we decided to test for STDs together. It was free testing and exciting. We had none. And Rosa was really happy.
When Davis came to visit me, we spent, as normal, many hours jumping from a club to another and in this path, we met Rafa. Rafa was just not an extremely charming big german man, he was also the bouncer of Sisyphos, and happened to know literally everyone in Berlin (and around the world) who was cool, beautiful and famous.
Somewhere in between Yasmine jumped in my life and became my soul sister in Berlin. Nowadays we are having some problems, but I am sure we will solve them soon.
Then Bianca a.k.a El Nino came to visit me, we went together to YAAM with Yasmine and Rosa, we really enjoyed it. You see us in the picture here below.
Then, or maybe before, we want to Sisy, were we met Alexis and Benny. As often in Sisy it was a surreal night.
Then, or maybe before, Nino and I went to Bhain with the fabulous Cristiano Taxidrivers. It was the night in which, while queueing in the zigzag part, we saw the tremendous scene of the bouncers beating hard those fuckers who screamed ‘fucking Nazis’ to them just because they were not let in. It was shockingly fun. Bianca despite her Frikkettonaggine really enjoyed the place and was well integrated for obvious reasons. Every B night, in the end, is amazing with Taxidrivers. Soon I met that marvellous creature of Dario Pigeons.
Days passed. Halloween arrived. Toia and Franciu came to visit.
The morning after, we arrived home as smashed eggs. Poetic.
Maybe it is not a case that Fedefica came to visit me on the Day of the dead, as she awakened the city.
Then, everyone (who knows who) leaves the house. Fede, Yas and I dress one colour:
Black for Fede, White for Yas and Yellow for me. On the way to Kater Blau we decide to stay outside with the car and listen to some music.
Probably the day after, the Christmas Market in Potsdamer Platz hosted us.
Whatever I did the mid-November, I have not photographed it. Probably going to class as a diligent student.
I’m just pretty sure I read Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck and I fell in love with it.
blurry picture of the book.
Mid-November I went to London, there was a reason for that, that I cannot inquire. It was foggy, expensive and todschick as always.
I was hosted by my dear friend Stanley Cat, that you see with his piercing blue eyes hereunder.
And his flatmates, funnier than he his.
Thanks for the Cat that has a very busy life, I had other friends in the city that did not know I was there..
Then I went back to Berlin and something happened. However, I do not remember what.
Last weekend of November I came back to Rome for my mom’s 50th day (don’t tell her I told you).
First night: Trastevere by night. Morning after: Trastevere by morning, with night clothing.
Then the fam joined me and we went eating a huge pasta. My mom that day spent all lunch talking about how gay Alfredo (her partner since 12 years, here in the pic) is. To show that, she is pulling his lobe, symbol of homosexuality, in Italy (I don’t know who put this rule but let’s stay stick to it).
I also went to my beloved LUIGI to meet my friends. Hereunder you see me and Juan Escalera. Happy & Burgeois. (Actually, Escalera works at the canteen but just to buy Meth)
no memory, exept for José, a really couchsurfer I had over. We went to YAAM together.
At the beginning of the year, as a presage of how shitty my life would have been, Agnese came to visit. In this picture she is examplifing our lifestyle which can shortly be summed in: “Life is a Biatch and Then You Marry it”.
Fortunately that night the Späti was closed and we could not find any blade to cut our veins off, so we went Berghain and she actually met her current lover there.
That night, on the way home, we wrote a four-handed poem:
“Life is a dead butterfly
I put inside my Kebap
Then Federica Nicolajsaša (to do not be confused with Fedefica Ofglee) came visit me, I have a picture of her bleeding in the Egyptian museum but I can’t find it now.
Then I met Jacopo, that at the beginning s’accolla but then turned to be a really cool guy I fell in love with. He really likes Berliner, as you can deduce from the picture.
After meeting him we spent lots of time together mainly because he was always washing the dishes but also for other reasons.
In February I had exams so I didn’t do anything special except pigging out. As you can tell from the picture above.
March was a really important month since I had a month off and I started an intensive german language course where I met lot of good people. I went to the Diedeutschule, in Neukolln.
First of all I met Davide Castles, a really cool Sicilian guy that for some rason found me extremely weird.
We went out together to Samehaeds. Here under you see Aleho and Sophie, two of my lovable classmates.
Those same days my lovable cousin Gio Stiffone and my lovable Mom & Feddo came to visit, the latter got a hotel in Kudam.
My Mom & Feddo come visit and while Feddo is working I bring mom around my Uni to see it.
She came to Pi Cafè, my fav place there to chill and write. More she ate the Vietnamese noodles in front of the OSI which she loved and she wanted more (you can tell from her sad face.
That month I also have visited Bari, Apulia, twice. Therefore, the memories are mixed, but here the pictures.
April starts, I move to a new house, in south Schöneberg, in the wonderful place with the name of Ceciliengärten a complex of building constructed in 1927 or about that date by Princess Cecilia.
It starts a new cycle of visits where just the first were shot: my cameras broke down. The sole to be photographed are Ene Stern and Mars Rat.
That night we joined the Puttanone a Pedali, very puttanone.
Then we biked around early in the morning and we went to a club. It was a foggy and cold Sunday in Berlin where there is nothing else to do but dancing.