#( baris 001. )

[celesticls]

closed — ( @highbcrns )

prompt: ❛ ah, so you do have a heart. ❜

— THE amount of strength it takes amyra to not visibly roll her eyes at the sound of lord crane's grating voice is immense, but she manages to keep a neutral face as she turns away from the retreating form of a previously - sniveling serving girl, towards her fellow small council member. ❝ i'm not sure I catch your meaning, my lord. ❞ she replies dryly, propriety the only thing keeping her from ignoring his remark and walking away.

[colemonroe]

Zeroing all his focus on the pair in front of him, Cole unleashed the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding when the stranger he’d called out to dropped to his knees beside him. Now that he had another set of hands, that added strength, he liked their odds much more, though he knew ne’d be a fool to allow himself to believe that they were anywhere close to being out of the woods. But if nothing else, they were a step closer, and for right now, as sweat began to bead on his forehead as the flames danced all around him, dousing him in smothering heat, that was enough for Cole. 

Together, he and the nameless stranger tore at the debris pile in front of them, breaking it apart piece by piece until they could reach the mother-son pair pinned beneath it. Cole was drenched in sweat and his palms burned white hot the longer he tugged at scorched pieces of wood, but he didn’t care. He ventured to guess that the man beside him didn’t either– not after how they both worked tirelessly to free the people crying out for them to help, to do anything but leave them there. 

Hauling the last heavy plank away, Cole leaned back on his heels, panting as he stared down at the mother and son, clinging to each other as though life depended on it. In that moment? Perhaps it did. He turned to the other man then, having heard his shout over the roaring flames. “I know,” he nodded, his voice much quieter than the other’s, subdued somewhat by the task he knew was falling onto their shoulders– at least until more suitable help could arrive. “I’m in,” he murmured, glancing down at the pair, “Let’s get ‘em all the way out first.” While the other man gestured for the mother, Cole reached for the son and started for a clearing. 

Bypassing whatever wreckage lay at their feet, once they reached the edge of the blaze, Cole turned towards them, dabbing at the line of sweat coating his forehead and sinking to his knees, reaching eye-level with the son, “You’re safe, now,” he vowed, glancing between the young boy and his mother, “Help’s on the way, a’right? They’re gonna take care of ya, I promise.” He knew that with absolute certainty and felt comfortable promising that because his best friend was coming, likely with a whole cavalry of firefighters and paramedics at her back. The thought alone was enough to spark both admiration and fear, but Cole forced himself to work through it– it was what Taliah would do, after all. 

Rising to his feet again, he glanced at the other man, nodding firmly before turning his attention back to the roaring flames they’d just emerged from, “Let’s go."

He was back there. Desert lands, fiery hot while bombs exploded around him like a rain of hell on earth. He could've forgotten about bullets whizzing past if the fire words had scratched through the air, pulling him back.

That'd been the first thought when he'd gotten Azra out, sickness curdling in her stomach when she'd told him earlier that day that fireworks reminded her of that place, just as it did him. War painted to look beautiful. However, now Baris was already in motion before the plea had fully left Cole's lips. Barely able to see him, visibility on light by black smog that threatened to choke. He could barely breathe.

Yet, that chaos drew him in like a moth to a flame, and now his instincts kicked into high gear. He maneuvered the best he could through the haze, following Cole's urgent gestures until he reached the wreckage. The scene before him was a haunting display of destruction, with flames flickering hungrily in the background. A family with a look in their eyes that he knew all too well, when one was staring death in the face.

The car bomb. It came to him in a flash that PTSD had never gone.

Without hesitation, Baris dropped to his knees with a thud, sweltering heat causing sweat to form on his brow.

Searing heat radiating bit at his palms, yanking away debris without little thought. His muscles strained against the weight of the charred planks, but he pushed forward, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and determination. Baris grunted with exertion, refusing to let the exhaustion take hold.

Their efforts became a symphony of frantic movements and strained grunts. Piece by piece, lifting the heavy remnants, revealing the trapped figures beneath. Baris spared a quick glance at the mother and son, their faces etched with fear and desperation. The boy's eyes were wide and tear-streaked, mirroring the terror that gripped them all. Sometimes he wanted to go back there, but it was times like this that he questioned himself.

"Almost there," Baris panted, rallying his strength. With a final heave. The mother coughed and gasped for air, her arms instinctively wrapping protectively around her son. Baris took a step back, his chest heaving, and surveyed the surroundings. The fire raged on, relentless and unforgiving.

"We have to get more people out," Baris shouted over the crackling flames, his voice barely audible through the roar. He extended a hand towards the mother, gesturing for her to follow. ''You in?''

[joshuakrongold-inactive]

⛚  Closed Starter For || @barixwoods​

Location: Hospital

                                                 _____________

After visiting Jennifer and hearing what happened to Bari Woods - knowing how hysterical Carson is. With understanding, lord knew he would be reacting the same if it was Sarah that got shot. However, Bari is still family, any royal that would have gotten shot would be personal - but this is Bari Woods, her getting shot. It got extremely personal. Being a little more persuasive with the nurse at the front desk, he finally got what room she was in and Josh more or less made a b-line to where she is. 

Softly knocking on her door before he entered he was glad to still see her alive but he was becoming livid that she was shot at all. “Hey, you. You just couldn’t help having a badass scar now could you?” He lightly joked as he walked closer till he was at the edge of her bed. 

[hlupdate]

A hand­shake can quell polit­i­cal unrest and sti­fle impend­ing war. It can, with a bit of spit, val­i­date a gentleman’s agree­ment, end a years-long roman­tic rela­tion­ship or send a young heart rac­ing. But it all depends on the two par­ties involved.

Daisy, 21, felt a seis­mic jolt when Har­ry Styles, 25, wear­ing a striped jumper and rings on three of his five fin­gers, clutched her hand two days after this year’s Met Gala in New York, when she served him gela­to at the shop where she worked.

“He decid­ed on a small mint choco­late gela­to and I made his and the one for his friend and I said, ​‘Can I just say I absolute­ly loved your Met Gala look’ and he said ​‘Thank you very much! What’s your name?’ And I said, ​‘Daisy’ AND HE FUCK­ING EXTEND­ED HISHAND AND REACHED TO SHAKE MY HAND AND I ACTU­AL­LY FUCK­INGSHOOK HIS HAND WHAT THE FUCK,” she wrote on Insta­gram after The Shak­en­ing. ​“Like I didn’t even say any­thing to gas him up besides ​‘I loved your met gala look’ and his fine ass went and shook my hand! WHAT A BEAU­TI­FUL FUCK­ING HUMAN BEINGTHAT HE IS GOD BLESS HIM AND I HOPE HW [sic] LIVES FOREVER.”

For Har­ry Styles, a hand­shake can be a roman­tic ges­ture, con­jur­ing a potent rev­er­ence in its recip­i­ent, like the time he met Gucci’s cre­ative direc­tor Alessan­dro Michele. ​“He was as attrac­tive as James Dean and as per­sua­sive as Gre­ta Gar­bo. He was like a Luchi­no Vis­con­ti char­ac­ter, like an Apol­lo: at the same time sexy as a woman, as a kid, as a man,” Michele told me, has­ten­ing to add: ​“Of course, Har­ry is not aware of this.”

No, Styles has no idea the pow­er he wields. In per­son, he’s tow­er­ing, like some­one who is not that much taller but whose rep­u­ta­tion adds four inch­es. Styles has a seda­tive bari­tone, spo­ken in a rum­my north­ern Eng­lish accent, that tum­bles out so slow­ly you for­get the name of your first born, a swag­ger that has been nursed and per­fect­ed in myth­i­cal places with names like Pais­ley Park, or Abbey Road, or Grace­land. Makes com­plete sense that he would be up for the role of Elvis Pres­ley in Baz Luhrmann’s upcom­ing biopic. He was primed, nay, born to shake his hips, all but one but­ton on his shirt cling­ing for dear life around his tor­so. Then the part was award­ed to anoth­er actor, Austin Butler.

“[Elvis] was such an icon for me grow­ing up,” Styles tells me. ​“There was some­thing almost sacred about him, almost like I didn’t want to touch him. Then I end­ed up get­ting into [his life] a bit and I wasn’t dis­ap­point­ed,” he adds of his ini­tial research and prepa­ra­tions to play The King. He seems relaxed about los­ing the part to But­ler. ​“I feel like if I’m not the right per­son for the thing, then it’s best for both of us that I don’t do it, you know?”

Styles released his self-titled debut solo album in May 2017. The boy­band grad was clear­ly unin­ter­est­ed in hol­low­ing out the charts with more for­mu­la­ic meme pop. Instead, to the sur­prise of many, he dug his heels into retro-fetishist West Coast ​’70s rock. Some of the One Direc­tion fan-hordes might have been con­fused, but no mat­ter: Har­ry Styles sold one mil­lion copies.

Despite its com­mer­cial and crit­i­cal suc­cess, he didn’t tour the album right away. He want­ed to act in the Christo­pher Nolan film Dunkirk. To his cred­it, his por­tray­al of a British sol­dier cow­er­ing in a moored boat on the French beach­es as the Nazis advanced wasn’t skew­ered in the press like the movie debuts of, say, Madon­na or Justin Tim­ber­lake. Per­haps he was fol­low­ing advice giv­en by Elton John, who had urged him to diver­si­fy. ​“He was bril­liant in Dunkirk, which took a lot of peo­ple by sur­prise,” John writes in an email. ​“I love how he takes chances and risks.” Act­ing, unlike music, is a release for Styles; it’s the one time he can be not himself.

“Why do I want to act? It’s so dif­fer­ent to music for me,” he says, sud­den­ly ani­mat­ed. ​“They’re almost oppo­site for me. Music, you try and put so much of your­self into it; act­ing, you’re try­ing to total­ly dis­ap­pear in who­ev­er you’re being.”

Fol­low­ing the news that he missed out on Pres­ley, his name was float­ed for the role of Prince Eric in Disney’s live-action remake of The Lit­tle Mer­maid. How­ev­er, fans will have to wait a bit longer to see Styles on the big screen as that idea, too, has sunk. He won’t be The King or the Prince. ​“It was dis­cussed,” he acknow­ledges before swift­ly chang­ing the sub­ject. ​“I want to put music out and focus on that for a while. But every­one involved in it was amaz­ing, so I think it’s going to be great. I’ll enjoy watch­ing it, I’m sure.”

The new album is wrapped and the sin­gle is decid­ed upon. ​“It’s not like his last album,” his friend, rock ​‘n’ roll leg­end Ste­vie Nicks, told me recent­ly over the phone. ​“It’s not like any­thing One Direc­tion ever did. It’s pure Har­ry, as Har­ry would say. He’s made a very dif­fer­ent record and it’s spectacular.”

Beyond that, Styles is keep­ing his cards close to his chest as to his next musi­cal move. How­ev­er, the air is thick with rumours that his main wing­man for HS2 is Kid Har­poon, aka Tom Hull, who co-wrote debut album track Sweet Crea­ture. No less an author­i­ty than Liam Gal­lagher told us that both big band escapees were in the same stu­dio – RAK in north-west Lon­don – at the same time mak­ing their sec­ond solo albums. Styles played him a cou­ple of tracks, ​“and I tell you what, they’re good,” Gal­lagher enthused. ​“A bit like that Bon Iver. Is that his name?”

Har­ry Styles met Nicks at a Fleet­wood Mac con­cert in Los Ange­les in April 2015. Some­thing about him felt authen­tic to the leg­endary front­woman: ground­ed, like she’d known him for­ev­er, blessed with a win­ning moon­shot grin. A month lat­er, they met back­stage at anoth­er Mac gig, this time at the O2 in Lon­don. Styles brought a car­rot cake for Nicks’ birth­day, her name piped in icing on top. By her own admis­sion, Nicks doesn’t even cel­e­brate birth­days, so this was a sur­prise. ​“He was per­son­al­ly respon­si­ble for me actu­al­ly hav­ing to cel­e­brate my birth­day, which was very sweet,” she says.

Styles’ rela­tion­ship with Nicks is hard to define. Induct­ing her into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in New York as a solo artist ear­li­er this year, his speech hymned her as a ​“mag­i­cal gyp­sy god­moth­er who occu­pies the in-between”. She’s called him her ​“lovechild” with Mick Fleet­wood and the ​“son I nev­er had”. Both have moved past the pre­lim­i­nary chat acknowl­edg­ing each other’s unquan­tifi­able tal­ents and smooth­ly accel­er­at­ed towards play­ful cut-and-thrust ban­ter of a witch mom and her naughty child.

They per­form togeth­er – he sings The Chainand Stop Drag­gin’ My Heart Around; she sings the one alleged­ly writ­ten about Tay­lor Swift, Two Ghosts. One of those per­for­mances was at the Guc­ci Cruise after­par­ty in Rome in May, for ​“a lot of mon­ey”, Nicks tells me, in a ​“big kind of cas­tle place”. She has become his de fac­to men­tor – one phone call is all it takes to reach the Queen of Rock’n’Roll for advice on sequenc­ing (“She is real­ly good at track list­ing,” Styles admits) or just to hear each other’s voic­es… because, well, wouldn’t you?

Fol­low­ing anoth­er Fleet­wood Mac con­cert, at London’s Wem­b­ley Sta­di­um, in June, Nicks met Styles for a late (Indi­an) din­ner. He then invit­ed her back to his semi-detached Geor­gian man­sion in north Lon­don for a lis­ten­ing par­ty at mid­night. The album – HS2or what­ev­er it’ll be called – was fin­ished. Nicks, her assis­tant Karen, her make-up artist and her friends Jess and Mary crammed onto Styles’ liv­ing-room couch. They lis­tened to it once through in silence like a ​“bunch of edu­cat­ed monks or some­thing in this dark room”. Then once again, 15 or 16 tracks, this time each of his guests offer­ing live feed­back. It wrapped at 5am, just as the sun was bleed­ing through the curtains.

Even for a pop star of Styles’ stature, press­ing ​“play” on a deeply per­son­al work for your hero to digest, watch­ing her face react in real time to your new music, must be… what?

“It’s a dou­ble-edged thing,” he replies. ​“You’re always ner­vous when you are play­ing peo­ple music for the first time. You’ve heard it so much by this point, you for­get that peo­ple haven’t heard it before. It’s hard to not feel like you’ve done what you’ve set out to do. You are hap­py with some­thing and then some­one who you respect so much and look up to is, like: ​‘I real­ly like this.’ It feels like a large stamp [of approval]. It’s a big step towards feel­ing very com­fort­able with what­ev­er else hap­pens to it.”

Wad­ing through Styles’ back­ground info is exhaust­ing, since he was spanked by fame in the social media era where every god­dam blink of a kohl-rimmed eye has been doc­u­ment­ed from six angles. (And yes, he does some­times wear guyliner.)

Deep breath: born in Red­ditch, Worces­ter­shire, to par­ents Des and Anne, who divorced when he was sev­en. Grew up in Holmes Chapel in Cheshire with his sis­ter Gem­ma, mum and step­dad Robin Twist. Rode hors­es at a near­by sta­ble for free (“I was a bad rid­er, but I was a rid­er”). Stopped rid­ing, ​“got into dif­fer­ent stuff”. Formed a band, White Eski­mo, with school­mates. Aged 16, tried out for the 2010 run of The X Fac­torwith a stir­ring but aver­age ren­di­tion of Ste­vie Wonder’s Isn’t She Love­ly. Cut from the show and put into a boy band with four oth­ers, Louis Tom­lin­son, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik, and called One Direc­tion. Became inter­na­tion­al­ly famous, toured the globe. Zayn quit to go solo. Toured some more. Dat­ed but maybe didn’t date Car­o­line Flack, Rita Ora and Tay­lor Swift – whom he report­ed­ly dumped in the British Vir­gin Islands. (This rela­tion­ship, if noth­ing else, yield­ed an icon­ic, can­did shot of Swift look­ing deject­ed, being motored back to shore on the back of a boat called the Fly­ing Ray.) One Direc­tion dis­cussed dis­band­ing in 2014, actu­al­ly dis­solved in 2015. They remain friend­ly, and Styles offi­cial­ly went solo in 2016.

It’s been two years since his epony­mous debut and lead sin­gle, Sign of the Times, shocked the world and Elton John with its swag­ger­ing, soft rock sound. ​“It came out of left field and I loved it,” John says.

After 89 are­na-packed shows across five con­ti­nents grossed him, the label, whomev­er, over $61 mil­lion, Styles had all but dis­ap­peared. He has emerged only inter­mit­tent­ly for pub­lic-fac­ing events – a Guc­ci after­par­ty per­for­mance here, a Met Gala co-chair­ing there. He relo­cat­ed from Los Ange­les back to Lon­don, sell­ing his Hol­ly­wood Hills house for $6mil­lion and ship­ping his Jaguar E-type across the Atlantic so he could take joyrides on the M25.

“I’m not over LA,” he insists when I ask about the move. ​“My rela­tion­ship with LAchanged a lot. What I want­ed from LA changed.”

A great escape, he would agree, is some­times nec­es­sary. He was in Tokyo for most of Jan­u­ary, hav­ing near­ly fin­ished his album. ​“I need­ed time to get out of that album frame-of-mind of: ​‘Is it fin­ished? Where am I at? What’s hap­pen­ing?’ I real­ly need­ed that time away from every­one. I was kind of just in Tokyo by myself.” His sab­bat­i­cal most­ly involved read­ing Haru­ki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chron­i­cle, singing Nir­vana at karaoke, writ­ing alone in his hotel room, lis­ten­ing to music and eaves­drop­ping on strangers in alien con­ver­sa­tion. ​“It was just a pos­i­tive time for my head and I think that impact­ed the album in a big way.”

Dur­ing this break he watched a lot of films, read a lot of books. Some­times he texts these rec­om­men­da­tions to his pal Michele at Guc­ci. He told Michele to watch the Ali Mac­graw film, Love Sto­ry. ​“We text what friends text about. He is the same [as me] in terms of he lives in his own world and he does his own thing. I love dress­ing up and he loves dress­ing up.”

Because he loves dress­ing up, Michele chose Styles to be the face of three Guc­ci Tai­lor­ing cam­paigns and of its new gen­der­less fra­grance, Mémoire d’une Odeur.

“The moment I met him, I imme­di­ate­ly under­stood there was some­thing strong around him,” Michele tells me. ​“I realised he was much more than a young singer. He was a young man, dressed in a thought­ful way, with uncombed hair and a beau­ti­ful voice. I thought he gath­ered with­in him­self the fem­i­nine and the masculine.”

Fash­ion, for Styles, is a play­ground. Some­thing he doesn’t take too seri­ous­ly. A cou­ple of years ago Har­ry Lam­bert, his styl­ist since 2015, acquired for him a pair of pink metal­lic Saint Lau­rent boots that he has nev­er been pho­tographed wear­ing. They are exceed­ing­ly rare – few pairs exist. Styles wears them ​“to get milk”. They are, in his words, ​“super-fun”. He’s not sure, but he has, ball­park, 50 pairs of shoes, as well as full clos­ets in at least three post­codes. He set­tles on an out­fit fair­ly quick­ly, maybe changes his T-shirt once before head­ing out, but most­ly knows what he likes.

What he may not ful­ly com­pre­hend is that sim­ply by being pho­tographed in a gar­ment he can spur the career of a design­er, as he has with Har­ris Reed, Palo­mo Spain, Charles Jef­frey, Alled-Martínez and a new favourite, Bode. Styles wore a SS16 Guc­ci flo­ral suit to the 2015 Amer­i­can Music Awards. When he was asked who made his suit on the red car­pet, Guc­ci began trend­ing world­wide on Twitter.

“It was one of the first times a male wore Alessandro’s run­way designs and, at the time, men were not tak­ing too many red car­pet risks,” says Lam­bert. ​“Who knows if it influ­enced oth­ers, but it was a spe­cial moment. Plus, it was fun see­ing the fans dress up in suits to come see Harry’s shows.”

Yet tra­di­tion­al gen­der codes of dress still have the minds of mid­dle Amer­i­ca in a choke­hold. Men can’t wear women’s clothes, say the online whingers, who have labelled him ​“trag­ic”, ​“a clown” and a Bowie wannabe. Styles doesn’t care. ​“What’s fem­i­nine and what’s mas­cu­line, what men are wear­ing and what women are wear­ing – it’s like there are no lines any more.”

Elton John agrees: ​“It worked for Marc Bolan, Bowie and Mick. Har­ry has the same qualities.”

Then there is the ques­tion of Styles’ sex­u­al­i­ty, some­thing he has admit­ted­ly ​“nev­er real­ly start­ed to label”, which will plague him until he does. Per­haps it’s part of his allure. He’s bran­dished a pride flag that read ​“Make Amer­i­ca Gay Again” on stage, and plant­ed a stake some­where left of cen­tre on sexuality’s rain­bow spectrum.

“In the posi­tion that he’s in, he can’t real­ly say a lot, but he chose a queer girl band to open for him and I think that speaks vol­umes,” Josette Maskin of the queer band MUNA told The Face ear­li­er this year.

“I get a lot of…” Styles trails off, wheels turn­ing on how he can dis­cuss sex­u­al­i­ty with­out real­ly answer­ing. ​“I’m not always super-out­spo­ken. But I think it’s very clear from choic­es that I make that I feel a cer­tain way about lots of things. I don’t know how to describe it. I guess I’m not…” He paus­es again, piv­ots. ​“I want every­one to feel wel­come at shows and online. They want to be loved and equal, you know? I’m nev­er unsup­port­ed, so it feels weird for me to over­think it for some­one else.”

Sex­u­al­i­ty aside, he must acknowl­edge that he has sex appeal. ​“The word ​‘sexy’ sounds so strange com­ing out of my mouth. So I would say that that’s prob­a­bly why I would not con­sid­er myself sexy.”

Har­ry Styles has emerged ful­ly-formed, an anachro­nis­tic rock star, vague in sen­si­bil­i­ty but des­tined to impress with a dis­arm­ing smile and a warm but firm handshake.

I recite to him a quote from Chrissie Hyn­de of The Pre­tenders about her time atop rock’s throne: ​“I nev­er got into this for the mon­ey or because I want­ed to join in the super­star sex around the swim­ming pools. I did it because the offer of a record con­tract came along and it seemed like it might be more fun than being a wait­ress. Now, I’m not so sure.”

Styles – who worked in a bak­ery in a small north­ern town some time before play­ing to 40,000 scream­ing fans in South Amer­i­can are­nas – must have wit­nessed some shit, been invit­ed to a few pool­side sex par­ties, in his time.

“I’ve seen a cou­ple of things,” he nods in agree­ment. ​“But I’m still young. I feel like there’s still stuff to see.”

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TASK:  MOODBOARD––-  DEMIR  ÖZVER  “OLIVER”  BARIS

i  am  good  ,  but  not  an  angel  . i  do  sin  ,  but  i’m  not  the  devil  .

[losvuotacantine-campobasso]

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☁ #FUORIFASE - Percorsi letterari del nostro tempo. *A T T E N D E R E * #Bibliografia del secondo appuntamento. Torna Giovedì 11 Giugno l’appuntamento del gruppo di lettura online ideato e curato da Hamelin associazione culturale @hamelinassociazioneculturale e SPINE Bookstore @spinebookstore, con 6 nuovi titoli tematici e due nuove esperte coordinatrici, Ilaria Tontardini ed Elisabetta Mongardi [ Hamelin associazione culturale ]. /// BIBLIOGRAFIA /// ✱#Saggistica adulti*: "La tirannia del tempo", Judy Wajcman, Treccani, 2020 . . ✱#Narrativa: "Non lasciarmi", Kazuo Ishiguro, Einaudi editore, 2016 . . ✱#Narrativa ragazzi: "La figlia del guardiano", Jerry Spinelli, Libri Mondadori, 2017 . . ✱#Film: "Non lasciarmi", Mark Romanek, 2010 . . ✱#Fumetto: "Pompei", Frank Santoro, 001 Edizioni, 2018 . . ✱#Albo: "Tutto cambia", Anthony Browne, Orecchio Acerbo Editore Editore, 2019 📌PROMOZIONI SPECIALI Agli iscritti al corso saranno riservate promozioni speciali sull'acquisto dei libri appositamente selezionati per gli incontri. Per ogni tipo di informazione: spinebookstore@gmail.com Iscriviti online qui: https://forms.gle/KjkS5kJ7GGQrqkyX7 #fuorifase #bibliografia #hamelinassociazione #spinebookstore #percorsiletterari #spinebookstore #Spine #Bari #Puglia #Italia #libri #fumetti #autoproduzioni #smallpress #albiillustrati #microproduzioni #editoria #edizioni #italiane #estere #stampe #graphicnovel #illustrazione #booklovers (presso SPINE Bookstore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBLTVS0AYAi/?igshid=zvvekw2tua7q

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Menghadiri pembukaan Porseni di SDN 02 Pagi Bhabinkamtibmas Kelurahan Rawa Buaya Polsek Cengkareng Polres Metro Jakarta Barat Aiptu Suhartopo menghadiri acara pembukaan Porseni (Pekan Olah Raga dan Seni) tingkat Sekolah Dasar se Kelurahan Rawa Buaya yang diadakan di SD Negeri 02 Pagi – Jalan Al Barkah Rt.001/003 Kelurahan Rawa Buaya Kecamatan Cengkareng Jakarta Barat. Jum’at (18/08/2017). pukul 08.00 Wib. Porseni (Pekan Olah Raga dan Seni) tingkat Sekolah Dasar mempertandingkan antara lain PBB (Peraturan baris berbaris) dan Paskibra, Bhabinkamtibmas Aiptu Suhartopo juga sebagai salah satu juri dalam Lomba tersebut.

[colemonroe]

WHERE: Bountiful Harvest Vineyard & Winery WITH: @bariskaplans

Chaos. 

It raged all around him and yet somehow, Cole felt at home inside of it. Perhaps it was because it was all he’d ever really known, or maybe it was how he’d always moved through life like the wildfire swirling all around him. Whatever it was, it urged him deeper into the madness rather than away from it. Coughing into the crook of his arm, Cole ventured further into the thick cloud of smoke dousing the winery and everyone close to it in a harsh, impenetrable haze. Help was on the way, he knew that, but until they arrived, the thought of getting out and sparing himself while others were caught between fire and flame was unfathomable– and so here he was, blindly fumbling his way through the smoke and orange smog, eyes stinging as they searched for others lost in the blaze. 

Tears blurred his vision as his eyes cut down to a dilapidated structure at his feet– perhaps the remnants of a vendor’s stall? Who knew? But it wasn’t the charred wood or ripped sign that caught his attention. It was the pair of people trapped beneath the wreckage. So blinded by the smoke, the toe of his boot had nearly landed on one of them. Dropping to his knees, Cole shoved chunks of scorched, steaming wood away from them, ignoring the way the heat seeped into the palms of his hands, blistering the skin. But it wasn’t enough– the planks they were trapped beneath were far too heavy for one man. “Hey, hey,” he murmured, squinted eyes zeroing in on the mother-son pair, “I’ve got ya– I promise.”

But he couldn’t do it alone. Cursing under his breath, he darted a quick glance around. Though it was damn near impossible to see through the smoke, he could scarcely make out the form of another man nearby. "Hey," he shouted, leaping to his feet and waving his arms, "Hey– gimme a hand." He didn’t know who the fuck the other man was, and in the moment, Cole really didn’t care. His only focus was getting these people out before the flames swallowed all of them whole. Once he caught his attention, Cole gestured down at the mother and son, "Gotta get 'em out. Fuckin’ plank’s too heavy.”

[joshuakrongold-inactive]

bari,

Bari nodded to his words and smiled as she looked into his eyes. She knew that she could always trust him and his family no matter what. “And you are like family to us. Always and forever,” she told him before watching him stand up and gave him a wave. “I’ll see you soon, dear.” Watching him walk out to talk to Carson, she leaned back into her pillows and closed her eyes as it was time to get some sleep.

END.

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"Fuori Fase - Percorsi letterari del nostro tempo" > Incontro #2 < 📣Torna Giovedì 11 Giugno 2020 l’appuntamento del gruppo di lettura online ideato e curato da Hamelin associazione culturale @hamelinassociazioneculturale e SPINE Bookstore @spinebookstore, con 6 nuovi titoli e due nuove esperte coordinatrici, Ilaria Tontardini ed Elisabetta Mongardi. 📚 In ogni incontro verranno presi in considerazione diversi volumi tra fumetto, albo, libro per adulti, libro per ragazzi e film. Non saranno lezioni accademiche, ma un percorso di scambio e condivisione di conoscenze, pensieri e stimoli, per questo a chi parteciperà agli incontri consigliamo aver letto almeno uno dei titoli segnalati. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Giovedì 11 giugno ●● ATTENDERE | Incontro con Ilaria Tontardini e Elisabetta Mongardi. BIBLIOGRAFIA >> Saggistica adulti*: "La tirannia del tempo", Judy Wajcman, Treccani, 2020 >> Narrativa: "Non lasciarmi", Kazuo Ishiguro, Einaudi editore, 2016 >> Narrativa ragazzi: "La figlia del guardiano", Jerry Spinelli, Mondadori, 2017 >> Film: "Non lasciarmi", Mark Romanek, 2010 >> Fumetto: "Pompei", Frank Santoro, 001 Edizioni, 2018 >> Albo: "Tutto cambia", Anthony Browne, Orecchio Acerbo Editore, 2019 PROMOZIONI SPECIALI Agli iscritti al corso saranno riservate promozioni speciali sull'acquisto (facoltativo) dei libri appositamente selezionati per gli incontri. Per ogni tipo di informazione: spinebookstore@gmail.com . . #fuorifase #percorsiletterari #formazione #Hamelinassociazione #spinebookstore #Spine #Bari #Puglia #Italia #libri #fumetti #autoproduzioni #smallpress #albiillustrati #microproduzioni #editoria #edizioni #italiane #estere #stampe #graphicnovel #illustrazione #arte #poster #bookshop #booklovers #illustratedbooks #indipendente (presso SPINE Bookstore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBINRORgiY1/?igshid=7e54lplxq4fb

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💥 #CONSIGLIODISEGNATO con Marco Corona @marcocorona1967 Nella giornata in cui siamo adottati da @canicola_edizioni per #adottaunalibreria, un regalo speciale ci arriva da un autore di fumetti e illustratore tra i più amati e influenti della scena italiana: 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗔! Perché questo collegamento? Perché Marco Corona, in un mix che fonde il #consiglio fumettistico con il #disegno da colorare, sceglie un titolo dalla sua libreria presente anche nel nostro catalogo e che vuole proporvi per SPINE Bookstore #acasatua. Il titolo che sceglie è "𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗢" di quell'altro genio che è Vincenzo Filosa @filosav , edito da Canicola edizioni, e che se oggi acquistate dallo shop Canicola sarà come se lo acquistaste da noi. Le motivazioni della scelta sono tutte scritte nel disegno, vedi "fa piangere come vitelli al macello" :) Per i super fans, sulla nostra pagina Facebook rendiamo disponibile in free download il disegno per chi volesse magari stamparlo e colorarlo. Marco Corona nel 1998 ha pubblicato i libri Bestiario Padano, In mezzo, l’Atlantico e Riflessi (tutti per @coconinopress / Fandango Libri), a cui sono seguiti La seconda volta che ho visto Roma ( @rizzoli.lizard , 2013) e le illustrazioni del Pinocchio di Carlo Collodi ( Rizzoli Lizard, 2015) Krazy Kahlo ( @001edizioni 2016) Benemerenze di satana ( @hollow_press , 2018) La Galaverna ( 001 Edizioni, 2018). . . #spinebookstore #consiglidegliautori #MarcoCorona . . #spinebookstore #Spine #Bari #Puglia #Italia #libri #fumetti #autoproduzioni #smallpress #albiillustrati #microproduzioni #editoria #edizioni #italiane #estere #stampe #graphicnovel #illustrazione #arte #poster #bookshop #indipendente #autori (presso SPINE Bookstore) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-ZaQrXg-DF/?igshid=1a0tjaoaunp3g

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001-17313 45 Giri - NICOLA DI BARI " LA PRIMA COSA BELLA - ...E LAVORARE "

001-17313 45 Giri – NICOLA DI BARI " LA PRIMA COSA BELLA – …E LAVORARE "

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🗣️ WEEK 2 @ ✱ Spine // Welcome Session // IV edition ✱ SABATO 16 DICEMBRE ✱ ________________________ ore 18.30 ✱ Il tavolo, discussione aperta su #graphic #novel, #fumetto e sfumature varie. Con " I Graphic Novel da leggere a vent'anni " ( Edizioni Dell'asino) Con ✱ Paolo Bacilieri - ufficio stampa (fumettista Coconino Press Fandango Libri, Hollow Press, Sergio Bonelli Editore, Rizzoli Lizard, Premio Michieluzzi 2015- Miglior libro Italiano "Fun") ✱ Virginia Tonfoni ( autrice BAO Publishing con "Violeta", giornalista, Alias il manifesto) ✱ Elena Orlandi ( Bilbolbul Festival) ✱ Alessio Trabacchini ( giornalista, scrittore, editor 001). ★★★ Focus su Paolo Bacilieri con #firmacopie finale di varie pubblicazioni per il pubblico. ________________________________ #spinebookstore #Spine #Bari #Puglia #Italia #libri #fumetti #editoria #fumetti #edizioni #italiane #estere #booking #internazionali #stampe #graphicnovel #illustrazione #arte #poster #bookshop #indipendente #independent #illustration #Europe #talk #presentazioni #autori (presso Officina degli Esordi)

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001-17446 45 Giri - NICOLA DI BARI " VAGABONDO - LA MIA DONNA "

001-17446 45 Giri – NICOLA DI BARI " VAGABONDO – LA MIA DONNA "

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45 GIRI – VINILE – DISCO – DISCHI usato da ripulire – segni del tempo     

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