--------------- Preface (1) --------------- Preface - Magnify Life The Italian director Michelangelo Antonioni, who has always been respected as an enlightenment teacher, completed the classic film "BlowUp" in 1966. It has three translations in the Chinese world—— One is a literal translation of "Zoom in", and the other two are "Happy Together" and "Happy Together", which appear and leak again, like salt and vinegar. Enlarging and enlarging the reality in which we live, the spring is infinite. The male protagonist in the movie is a photographer. He is bored and interested in doing things, and he meets a man and a woman with strange looks in a sunny park.Out of curiosity, the photographer secretly took some intimate photos of the couple, but unexpectedly, the woman came to pester her in every possible way, and even sacrificed her life to get the film back.The photographer who became suspicious immediately magnified the photo several times, and finally he found that there was a male corpse lying in the bushes in the photo, and there was a man with a gun not far from the tree.

That night the photographer came to the park alone, and in the silence, he found the male corpse in the depths of the bushes. Shocked and frightened, he hurriedly left the scene, and when he returned the next day, the male corpse was gone again. Critics will say that this is a film that explores the relationship between reality and shaping it, and that challenges the authenticity of photographs (and all records).We try to use various methods to explore the beautiful unknown world: using words, images, and moving lights and shadows to grasp this material world, but we often only regard appearances as reality, and reality is often only temporary and partial.

Because of curiosity, we often find such fun and unusual things in our lives.At the beginning, I followed and pursued with great interest, thinking that I had the ability to get to the bottom of it, but after not going far, I found it was too complicated and troublesome, and the result was nothing.There is such a ostentatious "object" in life before us called Italy, which has always exuded a charm that is ten thousand times more wonderful than the official tourist advertising brochures.Whether we are coming to Italy or Italy is coming to us, we have to admit that Italy is too powerful.

It's her authentic food, her classic movies, her historical architecture, her avant-garde furniture design, her gorgeous opera, her elegant fashion, her experimental literature, her traditional painting and sculpture, and her intoxicating scenery, her most worthy love The men and women in China, as long as they have the label of Italy, everything becomes a status and status, it seems that they have to be treated differently. That is because the three words "Italy" are so famous and heavy, those of us who pass by and watch the consumption can't help but ask, is the plate of carpaccio conparmigiano carpaccio with Parmigiano cheese in front of me really authentic Italian taste? ?Would this DOLCE&GABBANA close-fitting thin velvet black suit look like an Italian Sicilian man? How did this Arco floor lamp designed by Achille Castiglioni in 1962 and produced by the lighting manufacturer FLOS work for me in Taipei and Hong Kong? A home in Beijing and Shanghai, creating a bit of an Italian atmosphere? What’s more, is there a chance to learn Italian and become a Latin lover after listening to Pavarotti’s "Osolemio" hundreds of times a day? Toscana (Toscana) ) under the sun, will Fellini have lunch with Pasolini? Will it be Calvino who is sitting at the next table drinking himself? (Giotto) National Treasure mural, how is it different from the original one seen in the Scrovegni Church in Padova, a famous town in northern Italy?

In order to get close to Italy, we put on her grandly, take a bite of her intimately, sit in it tenderly, read carefully, listen carefully, and replay it back and forth... We love Italy more than the Italians who have always been patriotic, and for this Mediterranean A boot in the house poured out unprecedented enthusiasm. Is the imaginary Italy in our eyes, ears, and mouth really our ideal Italy? How real is it? Just like the photographer in Antonioni's movie "Zoom Up", here I am trying to magnify the Italy I love, touch and feel, and then magnify. I know very well that I have not lived in Italy for ten or eight years, I have only been to Italy once or twice a year for thirteen years, and each stay is less than two weeks.I have to admit that I learned Italian twice, both times I stopped because of time or work excuses, and I still order with my hands.I know that apart from a closet of Italian clothes, I have no place to hide an Italian lover in the dark of the closet (the one who barely has an Italian surname, was also born in the United States, and is stranger to Italy than I am), and Italy So many beautiful landscapes of mountains and rivers are just like postcards in a dream to me.But I still look forward to zooming in on all these things from Italy, trying to see a more real, real and careful Italy.

Of course, the more I want to get closer to reality, I find that the magnified Italy is like the repeatedly magnified photo. The essence has become a combination of light spots and colored dots, and it has changed from a concrete object to an abstract consciousness: Italy is no longer a plate. Spaghetti, an Italian chair, an Italian dress, Italy is color, light and shadow, shape, taste, sound, hidden or visible, indistinct—perhaps a kind of innate tragedy to constantly pursue, so it has experienced more ambiguity and Unsettled, what I finally discovered was the chaos and mystery of life. "Any explanation is not as interesting as the mystery itself." "In our hearts, things appear as light spots with fog or shadows as the background. Our concrete real world has ghosts and ghosts." The essence of abstraction", Antonioni once said.

Even so, I am still willing to continue this journey that does not necessarily have a destination, and happily collage the fragments of Italian life that I have picked up to form my Italy, and I am more willing to share with you everything that happened in the process of searching—— —That is to say, when you read my Italy, what you see is someone else's Italy. If you want to know the real Italy and get close to the core of the original mystery, you still have to go on the road and start your digging.