Sometimes the journey into a hard drive takes me on an unexpected path and I end up in another country and time to the one planned. A good example of this would be my looking for a portrait of a racing driver this evening and finding an artist instead. The one pictured below.
Dario Pegoretti was a bicycle frame builder of legendary lore. A creator and painter of an interesting perspective and a man with both a great taste in music and the best equipment to hear it through. When we first met, secluded by differing language we conversed little but I felt we shared much common ground or at least understanding. And a birthday. And choice of Birkenstocks. His playing through a warm valve amp of the first record I remember hearing as a child in my father’s architectural studio will stay with me forever as a momentary feeling of belonging, far from home in this foreign creative enclave beneath the Dolomites.
I’ll link my previously published feature on him below but here for the first time I have found a home for some rediscovered out takes of my day with Dario, Miles Davis and a two and a quarter roll film camera.
Here’s a link to my published feature on that visit to Col Kurtz’s outpost and my own personal Heart of Darkness. Dario Pegoretti