#Maria Ida Biggi

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Lyda Borelli primadonna del novecento

di Nicola Bustreo 

 -- Ricordo e passione di un’attrice “stereoscopica”

 La sempre delicata cornice di Palazzo Cini ospita nella galleria temporanea tra il 1 settembre e il 15 novembre 2017 una nuova mostra dove la fotografia è stata proposta ma anche valorizzata come documento primario. L’esposizione s’intitola Lyda Borelli primadonna del Novencento ed è stata curata dalla professoressa Maria Ida Biggi, direttrice dell’Istituto per il Teatro e il Melodramma della Fondazione Giorgio Cini di Venezia. Il progetto e’ stato realizzato , in accordo con gli eredi di Lyda Borelli, con la collaborazione di istituzioni quali SIAE – Biblioteca e Raccolta Teatrale del Burcardo, Roma; ICCD – Istituto Centrale per il Catalogo e la Documentazione, Roma; Fratelli Alinari,  Fondazione per la Storia della Fotografia, Firenze.

Entrata della mostra a Palazzo Cini

La mostra racconta le vicende artistiche dell’attrice veneziana attraverso una serie di documenti inediti, vestiti ma soprattutto un’ampia produzione fotografica sull’attrice e dell’attrice. Si potranno ammirare gli scatti di alcuni dei più grandi fotografi del tempo: Mario Nunes Vais, Arturo Varischi e Giovanni Artico, Emilio Sommariva e Attilio Badodi, per i quali la Borelli ha posato sia in abiti di scena, sia dando sfoggio delle sue celebri toilettes. Proprio questa varietà di punti idi vista permette allo spettatore di immergersi in una sorta di metafora del mondo del teatro dove realtà e finzione corrono a braccetto  e forse possono scambiarsi i ruoli nelle rispettive vite.

Il sapore e’ quello della belle époque e dell’illusione più magica.

Vestiti di scena (1910-1015) di Lyda Borelli, ICCD Gabinetto Fotografico Nazionale, Archivio Nunes Vais, Roma

La mostra e’ dedicata agli estimatori dell’attrice, del mondo del teatro come del cinematografo muto italiano dove l’attrice e il suo gesto erano i medium con i quali si riassumevano  parole ed l’estetica scenografica. E proprio a risaltare questa espressività assordante, seppur priva di rumore, sono le fotografie dell’attrice nelle sue pose e nelle sue espressioni rese ancor più uniche dai costumi di scena del tempo, che d’improvviso prendono vita in abiti di lusso realizzati ad hoc dalla sartoria veneziana Atelier Nicolao o gli sgargianti quanto preziosi gioielli.

La selezione delle immagini si è rivelata fondamentale, quanto necessariamente puntuale, per valorizzare tutti gli altri documenti scritti, le locandine degli spettacoli come  i libretti di sala e gli abiti presenti nelle sale.

Lyda Borelli in Salome' (1909-1910), ICCD Gabinetto Fotografico Nazionale, Archivio Nunes Vais, Roma

 L’occasione di questa celebrazione e di questo racconto ci fa scoprire inoltre una Lyda Borelli “stereoscopica”: un viaggio tridimensionale alla scoperta della vita privata dell’attrice e della sua tournée in Sudamerica (1909-1910), fruibile dal pubblico grazie alle videoproiezioni curate da Umberto Saraceni di Visual Lab.

La stereoscopia si conferma la fotografia del teatro permettendo di amplificarne, ma soprattutto di implementarne, la percezione della tridimensionalità sia fisica sia intellettuale del contesto teatrale. Cinema e Fotografia si mischiano in un dolce balletto e fondendosi danno vita a una nuova filosofia di Teatro.

Questa sala rappresenta simbolicamente la missione sull’immagine intrapresa dalla Fondazione Giorgio Cini. Dalle Nozze di Cana di Paolo Veronese riprodotte digitalmente nel 2009 e riconsegnate alla città nelle sale del Convitto palladiano nell’isola di San Giorgio come copia siamo giunti alle stereoscopie di Lyda Borelli, dove teatro, cinema, fotografia si trasformano in immagine e ci permettono di assistere ad un nuovo incontro tra il presente e il passato.

Informazioni utili:

Durata della mostra: 1 settembre – 15 novembre 2017 Orari: 11.00 – 19.00, chiuso il martedì (ultimo ingresso ore 18.15) Sede: Palazzo Cini,: San Vio, Dorsoduro 864 Venezia

Catalogo in mostra: Il Teatro di Lyda Borelli, a cura di Maria Ida Biggi e Marianna Zannoni, Fratelli Alinari, Firenze 2017

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SIDE A

Despair///Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Oblivion///Grimes - Wisdom///Mother Mother - Cold Blooded///Ida Maria - Don’t Rain On My Parade///Barbara Streisand - (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction///Cat Power - Emily///MIKA - Not Just a Girl///She Wants Revenge - New Person, Same Old Mistakes///Tame Impala

SIDE B

Shiva///The Antlers - Pace is the Trick///Interpol - Don’t Deconstruct///Rilo Kiley - All the Right Things///Son Lux - Write to your Brother///Perfume Genius - Ready to Die///The Unicorns - Kiss My Feet///Laura Mvula - R.I.P. Burn Face///Cocorosie - Eleanor///Cake Bake Betty

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Despair///Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Oh despair, you've always been there You were there through my wasted years Through all my lonely fears, no tears Run through my fingers, tears They're stinging my eyes, no tears If it's all in my head there's nothing to fear Nothing to fear inside

Oblivion///Grimes

I never look behind, all the time I will wait forever, always looking straight Thinking, counting, all the hours you wait

Wisdom///Mother Mother

Folding my clothes And I feel useless Don't think I know How to do this Once I was told But like any misfit I spit on some good advice

Out in the cold And tryin' to make fire Two sticks and stone Still got no fire Once I was shown But I was inside then And spit on that good advice Wisdom, wisdom Where can I get some? Wisdom, wisdom

Cold Blooded///Ida Maria

Go ahead for trying with me You can give it all you got I'm not so easily distressed I put my soul on ice So before you pick your price I've got this question in my head: Can you wake me from the dead? I am cold blooded! I am cold blooded! Cold blooded, cold blooded! I'm a cold blooded woman Cold blooded, cold blooded! I'm a cold blooded woman! Yeah, yeah

Don’t Rain On My Parade///Barbara Streisand

Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir I guess I didn't make it

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection A freckle on the nose of life's complexion The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction///Cat Power

I'm driving in my car And a man come on the radio He's tellin' me more and more 'Bout some useless information Tryin' to mess my 'magination When I'm watchin' my TV And a man come on to tell me How white my shirts can be But he can't be a man 'Cause he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me

Emily///MIKA

Emily, Emily, Emily, can't you write a happy song Get your ass to number one You could try a little harder Emily, you could be a millionaire But you're so full of hot air Gonna end up like your father Emily, you can't leave your life to chance Get a boy and learn to dance Be a girl like any other Emily, are you stuck up? Are you gay? If you are, well that's ok Cause it doesn't even matter

Not Just a Girl///She Wants Revenge (Kanaya)

Your kiss Your kiss so wet I lose my breath Makes me forget the old regrets It's everything You're not just a girl You're more like the air and sea I want you so desperately, and nothing's gonna keep us apart Your voice It's whispering against my neck Your lips erase the old regrets Of anything Your mind It makes me wanna know you more So tell me what we have in store Tell me everything

New Person, Same Old Mistakes///Tame Impala

I can just hear them now "How could you let us down?" But they don't know what I found Or see it from this way around Feeling it overtake All that I used to hate One by one every trait I tried but it's way too late All the signs I don't read Two sides of me can't agree Will I be in too deep? Going with what I always longed for

Shiva///The Antlers 

Well, I was lying down with my feet in the air, completely unable to move. The bed was misshapen, and awkward and tall, and clearly intended for you.

Pace is the Trick///Interpol

And to all the destruction in men Well I see you as you take your pride My lioness your defenses seem wise I cannot press And detentions are demised, my lioness Can't you hurt it some, think I hurt it

Don’t Deconstruct///Rilo Kiley

Something is changing inside of me Colors seem darker in light And i don't know what that means But it's not a good sign You can just add them upthen you could memorize prehistoric bones All of those old memories you can push them out and prep yourself for brand new information Don't deconstruct and then fill me in I'm not that basic i swear I've had enough of break downs and diagrams

All the Right Things///Son Lux (Doc Scratch)

Tell me a tale I can't imagine I can hold in my hand when I pray Because I don't believe you I don't believe you But I must You've got all the right things to say All the right things All the right things All the right things

Write to your Brother///Perfume Genius (Before the Green Sun Mission)

Mary, you should write to your brother Every night until he recovers In the letter press a fresh flower And bless it with a higher power Tell him mom treats you like a lover That you have to hide all the mouthwash from her And seal it with three closed-mouth kisses And write "Do not open 'til Christmas"

Ready to Die///The Unicorns

A sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it I'm not afraid, i know i'm going to get it

Oh maker! (of such fine products As palm trees, and the dead sea) Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude Things conclude, things conclude!

As i slurred that chorus, the ghosts got biggie Small sounds like a drill The death sweat suits me A death threat provides a thrill

I've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls I've said my goodbyes and now i'm ready to die.

Kiss My Feet///Laura Mvula (Kanaya)

Tried to build my house On a concrete ground Stone turned into sand And I was drowning deeper under land And I was drowning, I was drowning Drag my trembling hands Kiss my busy head And I will hold your hand And we can paint our story red, we can, we can paint it Together

R.I.P. Burn Face///Cocorosie (Rose thoughts before G.O. death)

In her mourning In her grave Don't you miss the way That she brushed her heavy hair Oh la la la la la ACID BURNED FACE CLOWNY TEAR SMILE She's the one who made you wild She made you question all your answers Made you beg for her forgiveness BABY GIRL don't cry Momma's gonna buy you a glass eye And it will glimmer like starlight She's got no reservations Ain't got no place to be The graveyard's in the backyard Where the meadows used to b

Eleanor///Cake Bake Betty

bound for new life, masons thunder east is over, west is under found the hum of drag race runners comfort flaring in my sheets now we'll head back up to Monmouth where the kids are seldom honest cross the borders, past the train yards i will enter just to breathe but the time will come for lovers we will cradle one another we will wander past the distance for our merry mouths to meet