A Chronicle of Inner Surrender 

Morning of September 13. They caught the killer of Charlie Kirk, the young ultraconservative, ultra-Trumpian activist assassinated by a sniper’s bullet while hosting a public debate at the University of Utah.

The False Myths of Italian Cinema

Italy, in the silent era, did well. We produced, exported, and were appreciated. Then came Fascism. Like all socialist regimes, it danced a love-hate tango with capitalism.

Heresy is walking barefoot through fire just to feel your skin scream freedom.

Despite the absence of a universally valid method of application, and despite its cultural and historical connotations, we can nonetheless identify—at least within the Western tradition—a common thread that links the various shades of meaning the word beauty has taken on, without betraying its semantic richness.

Si la libertad existe solo en su acepción negativa, entonces cualquier acción positiva – sea estatal o privada – destinada a corregir desequilibrios o proteger a los más vulnerables se convierte en un abuso, una interferencia intolerable. Toda política activa se transforma en atropello.

WHAT ARE WE REALLY SEEING WHEN WE SCROLL?

I’ve always joked that cooking is humanity’s everyday way of playing with fire and heat—becoming something halfway between poet and chemist.

Do you now understand why things with us are sometimes so difficult? Can you put yourself, just for a moment, in the shoes of someone who has made frustration a daily exercise?

How can a man truly fight patriarchy?

In the beginning was cinema, writing, and innovation. The idea of writing—graphing—with movement: cine. Or rather, of writing movement itself.

She realised in this way that war was the greatest of reversals: probably the only situation in which it is not worth it at all to be in your twenties and have your whole life ahead of you.

Dejó la heroína, pero sigue buscando nuevos abismos: alcohol, noche, soledad. Es poético, desagradable, violento, genial, dulce. Traza un rumbo. Se vuelve mito mientras todavía está vivo.

Without a regulatory idea of art, how can one distinguish a work that deserves to be appreciated from those celebrated out of habit or passive conformity to a certain propaganda?

I am a child of my generation, of those born without art in the gray 1980s, in that provincial twilight that smelled of cheap cigarette smoke and faded promises.

The home has always represented one of the most fundamental archetypes for human beings—not only as a physical space but as a deep-rooted structure that shapes our very presence in the world.

Beyond the raw numbers of landings—still significant, even if not yet as alarming as they may become in the near future—the cultural, political, social, and demographic tensions surrounding immigration are becoming increasingly prominent and impactful for the country.

It’s not about the hoodie, or the pants, or the sneakers. It’s about symbols. Symbols we may soon no longer know how to read. Because the...

It was a sad Thursday evening in a Brussels stained with cold and curfew, one of those typical February days when the dry and windy air...

December 8, 2024 marked a turning point in Syria’s history. The regime of Bashar al-Assad was finally overthrown when rebel forces seized...

It is time for today’s youth to rediscover the true beauty of mythomania—the deeper kind, the one bold enough to distort reality.

The intellectual project that hosts this writing—along with the people who drive it forward—is viscerally and consciously in favor...

Our promise is to commit ourselves to building the conditions in which a letter like this will never be necessary. We reject war and...

Paris, 1969. The air still vibrates with the muffled screams and dying dreams of May' 68—an aftershock on the verge of transformation or....

Crazy hair of uncertain origin, ridiculously oversized sideburns, born in 1970. Thin lips, sharp, pale skin—almost vampiric—and an all....

The Meloni government has secured approval from the Chamber of Deputies for the Security Bill, introducing around thirty new crimes...

I have a Neapolitan friend who's a genius. A total genius. We're in Rome, Monteverde, coffee in hand, the sun brushing the walls of the...