We’ve tried reading her enigmatic expression while lingering on her curves, and witnessed her aging graciously in the dream-like dimension she inhabits, immersed in a 1960s industrial Milan that has been dwarfed by the bigotry of the middle class. We’ve seen her in a washroom, skeptically peeking at her own reflection in the mirror, loose words and feelings filling the air around her. In her room, glancing at her sensual frame as she carelessly lays on an undone bed, aloof, wrapped in a heavy haze of thoughts. We’ve entered Valentina’s life so many times. Excerpt from ‘Anita, Una Storia Possibile’ (1974), cover to first Italian edition (all photos courtesy Scott Eder Gallery unless otherwise noted)
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