Walter Ego

my real name is Filippo so stop calling me Walter pls, I dont know who is this Walter u're looking for, must be some kind of dark side of myself or my imaginary friend. I think I'm already prisoner of my alter-ego. bravo Filippo, good start! shut up, u envious... he iiiis my treassssssure!!
I must warn people without sense of humor to give up now with reading this profile. if they're so damned curious to go on (hopefully not), they go on at the risk of their own liver!!
now just some quick physical notes about myself which I dont really give a shit about, but maybe u do: 180 cm tall, 85 Kg (+/-5), brown tameless hair, green/gray/blue/yellow eyes (depends on how much alcohol u're drowning in).
Yeah, if u already rushed to see my pics even before ur morning pee, then u might want to say (among many other offences) that I have an awful hairstyle and that it's my fault if now u just bathed the floor standing still in front of the screen like a doped mad-cow. so, since I agree (that both my hairstyle is awful and u're a doped mad-cow), if anyone has any good hairstyle to suggest, I'm all ears like an elephant and I return the favour by sending u a Kirby(TM) agent to clean the stinking floor! deal?
Well, guess that's all u need to warm up. Let me think how else I can waste ur time...
I like buying books much more than the time I have to read them, I think collecting books is my favourite hobby. I really love to waste hours in a big anonymous bookshop to browse books I'll never have the time to read, it makes me feel so deep and educated! and it cuts me out a real big highly-cultured figure when people come visiting me home!
I love riding my Vespa but I'd ride better on a new Harley-Davidson Rocker (I think would be a deeper pleasure to ride one with larger hips, wouldnt it??... does this sound like crying for Rocco Siffredi's cock? ...now tell me honestly, do u really think Rocco's cock is that huge ?? well, I haven't had any close encounter of the third kind with it, but to me it doesn't look that much bigger than mine -- so either I've gone blind after ages of wanks (as the priest used to tell us kids until I figured out why he cared so much of us kids' cocks) or I have new job opportunities ahead when I'll get bored of taking photos !)
oh yes, I'm a professional photographer, involved in making cute pms-affected girlies look like stars and a nerd wannabe jackass look smart and powerful , this is why magazines waste a good bunch of euros to hire my eyes and problematic mind.
though I find this very boring but for making my bills happier. actually all I would like to is being able to punch people's stomach with my visions like Sir Francis Bacon used to do with his Innocent X s or Mr.Edvard Munch with his Scream (girlies' and nerds' tip: www.google.com ), otherwise just like a flying Muhammad Ali' . Instead u can see by clicking here what kind of sort of pain-in-the-ass sometimes I'm involved into.
no no, now please, dear reader, dont think badly of me (there's still so much worse to come). I'm not at all that kind of pimply snobish whiz-kid who's oddly against fashion . I'd say in a way I love fashion, it reminds me how ephemeral we are in our living nonsense. it's somehow relaxing to browse Vogue Italia while sitting on the WC . or draft and realise fashion shots, unless I have to deal with a hysterical and/or un(s)killed model instead of a dummy... these are the times that I bless Mr. Xanax , and so does she.
hmm well, I must admit I have some kind of nasty temper sometimes, but I can bark, seldom I bite. i swear it almost never happened that I stabbed to death, butchered, pickled and stored appetizers of a model in my freezer! most of the times I'm even prone to consider to listen to what they say when they open mouth for doing something which is not just functional to the photos or to their bf s!!
aren't u tired yet of reading this amount of bullshit, my beloved reader??... ok ur pleasure, my pleasure ( De Sade & Masoch Ltd. , all rights reserved).
surfing internet is the only waves I like, water is not my element (well yes, I pluck up my courage and take a shower from time to time!), and if there's something I hate, then this is doing the red lobster under the sun. I dont care about tan, it ages me, I'm still too young to look like an oily kebab .
I hate watching tv , cause I don't like to be treated like a stupid since I'm not. actually tv is stupid by default , it's just another instrument for controlling brains (which?). just keep in mind the Fahrenheit 451 's Family , if u will ever happen to read this book before me. the majority of television producers pretend to feed spectators with society shit in tasty mesmerising sauce and seems that someone enjoys a lot to swallow like a toilet (the world of perversions is a mysterious place, isnt it?). Personally I dont see the benefits of such a mediatic diet, so I use the power ( OFF ) of my remote and enjoy better kinds of pleasures, like a good russian book (does this make a communist of me?) or a good russian porn site (does this make a brother in arms of me?).
but yes -shame on me!- I must admit I have one television somewhere at home, my parents bought me one when I moved into my new apartment... oh I love their omnipresent italian care, but I started crying when they didn't buy me also dvds of Walt Disney's toons.
I used to eat a lot of pasta, pizza and ice-creams (and to play mandolin under my lover's terrace, of course), but since I try not to go too much overweight (I said "I try"!!), then I kinda gave up... but I'm a good cook , if anyone wants to try out...
Gym!! This is my favourite early morning nightmare when I look at my naked self in the mirror . I made a vow that I will seriously start making some gym when the tired mirror will definitely crack up.
I do like music but I don't listen to it a lot, it's just so distracting from the traffic-jam noise under my building, from the computer fans, from my mother's daily mournings, from my father's disappointments&insults (2x1 saving package) on how debauched his cute agreeing little son has become with age, from my cherished misunderstandings with the woman I fucking do love , from my busy hours in front of the screen while I'm digitally retouching photos of some model from a shooting (unluckily some times it's not the kind of shooting the word would make me dream of) with the relaxing polite audio of any of the sophisticated Jenna Jameson 's operas playing in background. actually seems I do listen to music just when I want to relax, when I want to cry or when
I WANT TO SHOUT .
I'm addicted to women's shoes , I stop in every shoes shop when I walk around. One day I'll buy some thin high-heel Christian Louboutin 's or Manolo Blahnik 's as decorations for my apartment walls.
My favourite haute-couture designer for a woman is Armani . No way, italians do it better , our style is still the most elegant and esquisite in the world ( pardonne moi, mon cousin français! ). I cant really understand how a woman could wear those rags from cK, Ralph Lauren, Hugo Boss or Donna Karan...Americans should keep going on with hi-tech, big-macs and wars, they're the best in the world with these, but god, yes bless america and save the queen, but pls don't forget to also save us from the american bad taste !
I like to wear myself Prada Sport , D&G , Diesel and G-Star (the best jeans ever made), Paul Smith and Guess t-shirts (they fit very cool around my buddha tummy), but I actually wear the first things I pick up from the drawer and the same pair of Adidas sneakers, and that's why sometimes friends ask me what am I doing in pajama trousers at the party. But I'm not really a party-animal , so spare me from such boring porky 's loud tortures and let's better go to listen to a loud Janacek 's pipeorgan concert in some old luteran cathedral or even to visit a museum .
I like cinema too, but I dont have so much time to go there if I spend all my time writing these nobel-prize "about me-s" . Though I do prefer the home theater cause I like to stop and rewind dvds (u dont want to watch a movie with me, do u?!).
I don't drink much alcohol , but belgian amber beers, german weißbiers, single-malt islay scotch whiskies and estonian vodkas are my favourite drinks!... possibly stirred (never shaken!) not all together in the same pot!
but if u'd come over my little reign for dinner, u'd be very likely to be offered a fine bottle of aglianico or primitivo di manduria (of course I offer only fine italian wines, also because I'm too untuned to properly sing the Marseillaise with the hand in my coat while serving some kind of french grapejuice !).
I'm really disgusted by cocktails (except mojito , cause Cuba has still its charm even if too many fake Hemingway s have passed!) and all those medicine-flavoured sweet drinks that are so trendy here!!! but I ain't trendy, so make up ur mind with it!
I'm not even interested in cars , cars -in my view of the world- have two extra wheels, and I dont really need a sexy car to introduce myself ... ain't I sexy enough if I'm walking in my shoes?!? (to this question a statistically valid major sample of vaginas correctly answered YES! , others unfortunately let as usual their brain (which?) interfere with the correct answer ... what men said is totally unrelevant).No, cmon, let's be serious... I really can't understand all this 4-wheels orgasmic fever: don't u know any more comfortable place to experience the breezes and spurts of the summer of 69 ? Well, good luck then!
Some tastes: Pepsi is better than Coke (beware from people who say they taste the same!); Jeeg Robot is better than Goldrake; Caravaggio is better than Rembrandt; stockings are better than pantyhose (most of the times), pantyhose are better than stockings ( in some other perverted occasions );I hate smoking tobacco , and I hate people smoking tobacco too close to me (too close to me means less than 20 light-years);if I ever had to buy a new posh car (which means I would have earned for real what I've declared here on the left), I would buy a 124 Spider , cause I'm fancy for vintage cars, being myself vintage inside.
the first thing I look at in a woman is -of course!- her shoes, then I move up to her ankles, then her smile, then her boobs, then her eyes eating out me while she laps her sticky lips and squeezes silicon out of the boobs, then i give a peep at her intimate depilatory status , then I think I have gained enough courage to introduce myself.
yes I like it shaved, this is what I mean!, but there are also some very short trimming options accepted, strictly above the thin red line of the clit (the rectangle, the V, the W, the star, the circle, the Nike logo, the Edward Scissorhands', the Prairie style where the Little House somewhere lays, etc.).
I'm an addicted fan of A.S. Roma football club (the real thing called football -- which in some minor countries is called soccer )... ever heard of a guy named Totti? aho' , are u scherzing ?? (I'm very sorry for those who dont speak latin ).
My favourite painters are Leonardo ( da Vinci ... yes man, the same u already heard about in the Code... well, would u ever imagine he used to paint in his spare time from Dan Brown's interviews? if u question I don't even know what I'm saying, u're damned right, man!), Botticelli , Van Eyck , Raphäel , Caravaggio (of course), Tamara de Lempicka and Erte' , but no one beats Edward Hopper in the use of light!
Lately I'm having a crush on George Grosz 's first expressionist paintings, I do find them very bloody mysterious, dark brain atmospheres depicting the deep fears for the mess that Germany was undergoing by those motherfuckers called nazi s.
I strongly believe in appearance -if u haven't noticed it yet-, our golden calf , nowadays the only god still increasing its adepts: as I was saying to my friend today, nothing is forever, everything changes into new forms (like our goodfellow Eraclit used to say few millenniums ago... tip: Eraclit is not the porn actress u figured out, mate!) and we might find out that we dont like the new forms coming out (take a read into Kafka 's Metamorphosis book to understand what I mean, it's a masterpiece of modern literature that I should definitely read one day, so if u happen to read it before I do, let me know what it is about).
Yes, I'm afraid by metamorphosis , one of my favourite nightmares has always been the Soundgarden's Black Hole Sun metamorphisticated videoclip.
Actually nothing is as it appears , cause things appear the way we want to see them .
Just like this thing u just finished to read, which makes a big hero of u to my eyes, or maybe just another idler to ur employer's ones.
"Cosi' e' se vi pare" used to say the (real) nobel-prize winner Luigi Pirandello ... yes, he was a master of appearances... I should really read this book!
Take care, my virtual friend.
F. + W.E.