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Francesco Centorame kicks off Vanity Fair Stories 2022 with a monologue dedicated to Giorgio Gaber

After the success of the previous four editions, the Vanity Fair Storiesthe largest fully live event of Vanity Fair which for the first time is staged at Giorgio Gaber Opera House in Milan (via Larga 14).

This year’s theme The change is you, stories that change the world. Many characters alternate on the stage who are an active part of the change: actors and directors, comedians and singers, writers, dancers, key figures of culture.

The young actor Francesco Centorame opens the Festival, who became famous for playing Elia, the character of SKAM Italy and ready to show up in fiction Marshal Fenoglio of Rai1. He comes out, is behind a lectern, with his eyes closed, inspired. He whistles and attacks: «As a man, I see the world as a desert of ancient ruins. I see a man hitting rock bottom, but maybe at worst there is never an end. Meanwhile life doesn’t give up and people are very busy: so many commitments, so many stories with the useless idea of ​​filling the lack of a new conscience, a true conscience. It’s as if we had to fill a deep void. And so we put in remnants of Catholicism, bits of society, shreds of ancient ideals, a bit of anti-racism, and a few saplings here and there. The decadence we are experiencing is a malaise that takes us slowly. It’s a kind of absence that requires an obligatory stop, it’s the story that meditates but has fallen asleep. We are alive despite our appearance as men at an all-time low of consciousness. Like men at an all-time low of conscience. It’s as if the old morals weren’t enough for us anymore. On the other hand, a new one is spreading, which consists in taking into consideration above all the duties of others… towards us. It may seem strange, but everything that suits us is becoming strongly moral. Pretty much a bargain. The decadence we suffer is a slide that goes down slowly. It’s a new experience that takes away all your enthusiasm and changes your metabolism in the long run. We are here despite the serious emergency, as men at an all-time low of conscience. Like men at an all-time low of conscience. And to think that very little would be enough. It would be enough to move our visual angle off, to look at things as if it were the first time. Leaving out all the conformism that permeates our existence. Doubt ready-made answers. Doubting our firm, sure, immovable thoughts. Doubting our presumptuous and know-it-all beliefs. It would be enough to stop once and for all always feeling like good people. Stop feeling like victims of mothers, fathers, children, husbands, wives… when perhaps we are only victims of the lack of power over ourselves. It would be enough to unmask, unmask everything. Unmask love, laughter, tears, the heart, the brain. Unmask our individual false consciousness. Immediately. Here and now.

Yes, very little would be enough. It’s not that difficult. It would be enough to stop whining, criticizing, affirming, cheering, and reading the newspapers. Be certain only of what we live directly. Realizing that even the most mediocre man becomes brilliant if he looks at the world through his eyes. It would be enough to unmask any false participation. Stop believing that the only goal cannot be the improvement of our economic conditions, because the real stake is our lives. It would be enough to stop feeling like a victim of money, destiny, work, and even politics, because even bad governments are the consequence of human stupidity. It would be enough to refuse, reject the idea of ​​trampling on others, but also the feigned equality. Unmask our alleged securities. Unmask our false social conscience. Immediately. Here and now. It would take very little. It would be enough to understand that a man cannot be truly vital if he does not feel part of something. It would be enough to stop believing that we can save the world with the illusion of so-called solidarity. Realizing that the growth of the market may even be essential to our survival, but that its unstoppable expansion makes us increasingly selfish, and more vulgar. It would be enough to abandon the idea of ​​any easy solution, but also abandon our passionate pessimism and finally find the audacity to look forward to the future with joy. Because the utopian thrust is never heartfelt or weeping. The utopian impulse has no memory and does not care about painful expectations. The utopian drive is… Immediately. Here and now. As a man, I see the world as a desert of ancient ruins. I see a man hitting rock bottom, but maybe at worst there is never an end.

Because there is no one who gives meaning to the simplest and truest things, to everyday life, to the urgency of a better man. I see a lonely and lost man, as if blinded by false fears, but life doesn’t die in wars, in the polluted waters of the sea and fears, even just ones, are pretexts for not facing them. The lack of a true conscience which is the only reason for the end of any civilization”.

The applause rises and the director Simone Marchetti enters the stage, who officially opens the Vanity Fair Stories 2022 edition.


Thanks to:

Main partners: SKODA

Event supporters: Bancomat SpA

Special initiatives: Berlucchi; Last Supper Artom; Where is it; Bring it; Millefiori; Think Milk, Taste Europe, Be Smart!

Beauty partner: Max Factor

Media partners: RTL 102.5; Urban Vision

Thanks to: Lux Vide; Jellyfish; Universal Pictures; Vision Distribution; Poltrona Frau

Source: Vanity Fair

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