#cascine

[postcard-from-the-past]

Cascine park in Florence, Tuscany region of Italy

Italian vintage postcard

[usephemeral]

Vitesse X & Pearly Drops 😍 ✨

[shellsuite]

Shell Suite / #18. Keep Shelly in Athens - 'Flyway'

Year: 2013 / Album: Home

[rcmndedlisten]

NOIA feat. Ela Minus - “didn’t know”

A great love song isn’t always strictly romantic, as “didn’t know”, the latest single from Brooklyn experimental pop songwriter NOIA’s debut LP, gisela, is more so an ode to the real ones who stick with you after all the shit they’ve been through together in dealing with the dating hellscape. Joined by fellow Brooklynite and friend in electronic producer Ela Minus, the track’s effervescent feel and low-lit beats shrug off any disappointments. “Maybe he’s just... basic,” a voicemail sample cuts in. It’s good to have reminders that you’re not in alone it nor are you the one missing out whenever you find yourself left on read...

Directed by: Lola Blanc

NOIA’s gisela will be released March 31st on Cascine.

[gbartalesi]

Foliage #firenze #florence #cascine #foliage #rre #night #light #gold (presso Cascine - Firenze) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmCBmCODBMH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[clairity-org]

Justus Suttermans, Domenica delle Cascine, la Cecca di Pratolino, and Pietro Moro, 1634, oil on canvas, 8/9/23 #StlArtMuseum by Sharon Mollerus

[rolandkaros]

ELINA AVANESYAN [RUS] & CAMILA OSORIO [COL] d. ESTELLE CASCINE [FRA] & CAROLE MONNET [FRA] || ROLAND GARROS ROUND OF 64 || 05 31 2024

[zoekeating]

Dear Listeners,

It’s winter break here in Vermont so my son and I have been out on the slopes every day. For many years I have stayed away from fast slidey sports because I was afraid of injuring my hands. If my hands don’t work, how do I make music? But among the many bits of advice I’ve gotten in my parenting journey, “be into what your kid is into” has been one of the best. My lad needed someone to ride the lifts with and I needed to overcome my fear and learn how to fall properly, so here I am.

I found that skiing is not all that different from rollerblading, which I learned to do in Central Park the summer of my junior year. I brought the skates with me on my year abroad in Florence. On weekends there was this amazing city to explore but buses and museums and cafes cost money. And whenever I roamed the quiet streets and parks alone, I would be perpetually harassed, groped and even flashed by pathetic men. But rollerblading was free and, bonus, I am already quite tall, so with skates I was at least 6ft2in. No one ever messed with me on skates. I adapted to the cobblestones and explored all of Florence with exhilarating freedom.

One Sunday, as I was enjoying the expanses of asphalt in Parco delle Cascine, I came upon a group of folks on old-school rollerskates. They had a boombox and were dancing, just like the skaters of Central Park but without the sequined hot pants. They waved me over and exclaimed over my weird skates. They invited me to join them and for the rest of the school year, I spent every Sunday afternoon I could with the rollerskaters. We would gather, dancing and skating around obstacles, and once we had critical mass, tear off along the Arno and into the old city. We’d skate past the David, circle the Piazza della Signoria multiple times and whizz down the marble collanade along the Piazza Republica, ending in a bar, still on skates, for an espresso or aperativo. Those are some of my best memories of my year in Florence.

I continued the skating when I moved to San Francisco, zooming most days through Golden Gate Park to the beach and back again. Sometimes I’d join a similar group of mad skaters on Friday nights to roll fearlessly down hills and through tunnels. Skating was always a great source of joy. But then I moved away from the paved environment of the city and I transitioned to music full time. After acquiring a broken finger from an Evil Door and being shocked at how much that tiny injury impacted my ability to play, I quit skating.

Fast forward to Vermont. Like many people did during the pandemic, I got back on skates except this time with padding, wrist guards and a helmet. And then, as my boy learned to snowboard, I learned to ski. We still ride the lifts together but now he zips down black diamond trails while I ski carefully down the easy ones. He is mystified as to how I can bear to do the same runs over and over but I like it that way. It’s like a meditation. I focus on perfecting my technique and try to make each turn better than the last. It feels similar to one of the things I enjoy about playing the cello, which is noticing tiny details and gradually polishing them. How can I improve this one phrase that I have played thousands of times? It never gets old or boring for me.

I hope it never gets boring for you either! Next week I’ll get back to work improving my old songs and figuring out to play some of my new ones in time for my concerts in March.

March 15 - ArtYard in Frenchtown,NJ

March 16 - Underground Arts in Philadelphia, PA opening up for my old friend The Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

March 17 - Le Poisson Rouge in NYC

March 21 - St John’s Cathedral at the Big Ears Festival in Knoxville, TN

And one more

April 6 - Unitarian Univeralist Church in Burlington VT, accompanied by mesmerizing visuals by Alex Reeves

also, outside my solo work on April 7 I’ll be a part of composer Randal Pierce’s ensemble, performing his live soundtrack to George Méliès’ silent cinematic masterpiece, A Trip to the Moon

6:30 and 8:30pm shows

More about all the events happening in Burlington around the eclipse

Thank you for listening and please wear a helmet when you are going fast.

celloly yours, Z

[portraituresque]

Antonio-Bueno (with-Xavier-Bueno) - La-carrozza-passeggiata-alle-cascine-1942- self portrait

Antonio Bueno (21 July 1918 – 26 September 1984) was an Italian painter of Spanish origin.

[csacskamacskamocska]

Közben lett egy bimbózó szerelem

Azért nem állt le teljesen az olasz ház kutatási projekt, de az elvárás massza képlékeny. Az elsődleges elvárás, hogy bele tudom-e álmodni az életemet, szokásaimat és a változás iránti igényeimet az adott házba. Meg persze némi sznobizmus, hogy nem akarok egy vályogkunyhóban lakni, még a tengerparton sem. Találtam ezt a házat, ami két lakás valójában, két nagy terasszal és egy tüneményes kisvárossal, kilátással az éppen kiapadó folyóra és a hídra meg a hegyekre. Szóval, ezen a teraszon lehet nagyregényeket írni, a kutyákat meg futtatni a folyóparton, mert kert viszont nincs, de akkor gond sincs vele viszont van vendégszoba meg hodálynyi társalgó a közös programokhoz. Az ára is elég jó, szóval meg kéne nézni nagyon. Ha jól látom kb márciusra összejön megint egy tucatnyi cím, amit meg kéne nézni. Gürizhetek, hogy legyen pénz az utazásra. Ez a ház most nekem is és a barátnőmnek is tetszik, és megteremtődne az, hogy csupán társasházi kapcsolat legyen, ne közös udvar vagy kert. Hogy csak a barátság előnyeit élvezzük, ne menjünk egymás agyára. Leteszem itt, meglátjuk mi lesz.

https://busalla1.tecnocasa.it/vobbia/rustici-cascine-case-in-vendita-60739822

https://www.idealista.it/immobile/28470028/

Imádnivalón hangulatos romos bejárat

A teraszokról ezt látni...

[gallawitchxx]

weeeee, it's tag game tuesday 🥳 & so many of my pals (@celestialmickey @creepkinginc @metalheadmickey @energievie @palepinkgoat @squidyyy23 & @mishervellous) have invited me to play! thanks pals!

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name: bee 🐝

age: thirty, flirty & thriving ✨

where are you from originally? norcal bayybeee 🌲

your go-to coffee, tea, or soda of choice: drip coffee with oat milk ☕️

your comfort film: 10 things i hate about you ✍🏻

how many siblings do you have? zero! just me!

if you could take a vacation anywhere, where would it be? tahiti or fiji or bali or somewhere with those bungalows that sit over the water 🌊

last song you listened to: "powder blue/cascine park" by yumi zouma 🎶

do you believe in aliens? of course 👽

what about ghosts? i dooooo. i do. & i also think that we have quite a bit of power over how we choose or do not choose to interact! 👻

it’s 2am. you can’t sleep. you get up to get a snack. what is it? oh... i don't usually snack at that hour, but if i have ice cream in the freezer, it's going in my belly 🍨

and finally, share something you’ve done/made recently that you’re proud of: i achieved a really big artistic/career goal recently & i'm trying so hard to stay in that really excited & proud place & not just immediately freak out over all the work that i have to do to now seize said opportunity! lmaooooo 🤘🏼

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tagging some honeys if you wanna play! if not, then please accept this internet love from me to you 🖤 @thisdivorce @rereadanon @heymrspatel @whatthebodygraspsnot @ewanroys @abundanceofnots @iansfreckles @look-i-love-u @harrowhark-a-vagrant @purplemagpie @crossmydna & @michellemisfit xx

[kseenefrega]

🎶È primavera, svegliatevi bambine

Alle cascine, messere Aprile fa il rubacuor🎶

🎶E a tarda sera, madonne fiorentine

Quanti ricordi diventeranno i prati in fior🎶

🎶Fiorin di noce, c'è poca luce ma tanta pace🎶

🎶Fiorin di noce, c'è poca luce

Fiorin di brace, Madonna Bice non nega baci🎶

🎶Baciar le piace, che male c'è?🎶

BUONGIORNO...🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

[rcmndedlisten]

NOIA feat. Buscabulla - “eclipse de amor”

Photo by Max Lakner

NOIA is a the experimental pop moniker of Brooklyn-by-way-of-Barcelona composer and engineer Gisela Fullà-Silvestre. Setting her sights toward her debut album, gisela, its lead single "eclipse de amor" hears her being joined by Raquel Berrios of Puerto-Rican duo Buscabulla in an enchanted dance in the night sky where they uncover a tantalizing yet dangerous sensation upon flirting with romance. Her sound shaped from a soft reggaeton pulse, an arrangement of cosmic dust and other-worldly energy reveals how truly, a deadly fate may be written in the stars, but falling into the knife still feels sweet.

Directed by: Erin Vassilopoulos

NOIA’s gisela will be released March 31st on Cascine.

[starvels]

waking up to find your heart in the future

a stevetony playlist about their core-altering, multiverse-shifting love being a series of improbable events that somehow were destined to happen. a playlist about living life not knowing your heart's growing up in a different time, and then wonderfully, brilliantly, learning you were never alone.

Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos

IDK You Yet by Alexander 23

Forgotten Love  by AURORA

Avalanche by WALK THE MOON

This Is How We Walk on the Moon by Geographer

Lovers in a Dangerous Time by Barenaked Ladies, Ben Grosse

DOA by Olen

Nothing New by The Strike

The Heart Is a Muscle by Gang of Youths

When We Drive by Death Cab for Cutie

Wake Me by Bleachers

We Belong by RAC, Katie Herzig

Heal Me (Reworked) by Snow Patrol

Solid Heart - Guy Sigsworth Remix by Gia Margaret, Guy Sigsworth

Bad Night by Joshua Speers

Soulmates by Placebo

Resurrection by Fear Factory

Native Tongue by Gang of Youths

lightning by mehro

Soul Mate by flora cash

To Begin Again by Ingrid Michaelson, ZAYN

Oh, What a World 2.0 - Earth Day Edition by Kacey Musgraves

This Must Be The Place by Sure Sure

The Other Side by Geographer

Brooklyn by Patrick Droney

Love Again by Gregory Dillon

Wherever You Will Go by The Calling

Keep You On My Side by CHVRCHES

Powder Blue / Cascine Park by Yumi Zouma

Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie

Turning Page by Sleeping At Last

Inside Out by Spoon

Old Love by Joe Hertler & The Rainbow Seekers

Don't Wanna Be Without Ya by Penny and Sparrow

Supercut by Lorde

Berenstein by The Band CAMINO

a playlist for @stevetonygames. total blackout and longest playlist at 02:25:00. please listen in order!

[obeetlebeetle]

Hello. music ask. how about #1 #6 #7 and #15?

1: song with a color in the title

We could just take a day acting around a double view

6: song that makes you want to dance

they played this at the club last week and it RULED

7: song to drive to

hard not to say "all of them" but I'll share this one bc I've been reaching for it in the work van a lot

And if you wanted! I would kiss you! Make a scene for the whole stadium!

15: song that is a cover by another artist

here's the good thing Abt these music asks--you can keep answering the repeats!

I thought I told you, this world is not for you

[libero-de-mente]

Ti porto a fare un giro

Ti porto a fare un giro mamma, tu così fragile e piccina. Con i tuoi vuoti di memoria e le tue ridondanze.

Ho smesso di raccontarti chi sono io in realtà molto tempo fa, hai sempre avuto le tue convinzioni inamovibili. Le tue certezze senza basi.

Dall'auto sembri guardare il mondo dal finestrino di un treno. Uno di quelli che ti porta lontano. Le strade e il paesaggio cambiano velocemente qui da noi negli ultimi anni sai?

Spesso uso il navigatore per ritrovarmi in zone che non riconosco più o, forse, non voglio più riconoscere.

Le tracce del passato fatto di corti, cascine e oneste case di schietti lavoratori lasciano il posto a nuove palazzine architettonicamente diverse. Così diverse da come le costruiva papà.

Sembra tutto nuovo per te, hai lo sguardo di una bambina che arriva dalla campagna per la prima volta in città.

Posso immaginare uno sguardo simile quando dal tuo mondo partenopeo fatto di terra lavica calda e fertile, di colori vivaci sotto il sole come il tuo carattere, arrivasti qui. In queste terre difficili da comprendere ma che una volta intese sanno comunque stupirti.

Per accompagnarti nel viaggio riproduco musica al pianoforte, tra queste sinfonie parte inaspettatamente un brano suonato magistralmente.

Hai il volto stanco, lo sguardo assente ma quando parte "Reginella" i tuoi lineamenti si rilassano, da quel vuoto creato dal tuo osservare silenzioso sento la tua voce cantare, la tua mente ricordare:

"Te si' fatta 'na veste scullata

Nu cappiello cu 'e nastre e cu 'e rrose

Stive 'mmiezo a tre o quattro sciantose

E parlave francese è accussì

Fuje l'autriere ca t'aggio 'ncuntrata

Fuje l'autriere, a Tuleto, gnorsì"

Sei ancora intonata mamma.

Nella mia mente risalgono i tuoi ricordi che mi raccontasti, di quando piccina cantavi sul palco per gli americani, quelli che entrarono a Napoli in un fine settembre del 1943, riempiendo le strade e le campagne limitrofe di speranze e di aspettative. Tu che la vera fame l'hai sentita stringerti lo stomaco, patendola per una guerra assurda come lo sono tutte le altre.

Ti porto a fare un giro mamma, in quei posti che avresti voluto vedere con lui e invece ci sei andata da sola.

Io mamma viaggio tanto nella mia testa sai? Si che lo sai. Hai sempre detto a tutti che io ho la testa fra le nuvole. Eppure io volevo restare con i piedi per terra, ma la superbia dell'uomo mi ha portato a viaggiare tra le nuvole.

Mi stavo solo proteggendo mamma, o forse sopravvivevo a una vita dove chi è più scaltro e furbo vince. Trattando da perdente chi, come me, da spesso la precedenza. Pensando di fare un gesto gradito.

Ti porto a fare un giro mamma per vedere la bellezza nei tuoi occhi, quelli di chi è diventata di una semplicità disarmante. Di occhi complicati ne vedo troppi.

Ti ho portato a fare un giro mamma, ora riposa tranquilla e ripensa a quello che hai visto, a quello che hai sentito, a un pomeriggio passato con il figlio che ti è rimasto vicino. Quello che oggi chiami ancora "figlio mio".