It all begins in a pub in London.
It all begins at an airport in Turin.
It all begins in a gallery in Rome.
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We meet in a half-empty pub in East London, it’s late afternoon but outside it looks like night, it’s really cold, I’m drinking red wine, and Ed’s drinking whisky, I think. We don’t have any preestablished ideas but we spend a long time talking about how to configure this collaboration of ours, for the pages of Nero. During the dense discussion we stumble on the idea of teaching each other something, not in a didactic, specialistic or authoritative way, but mixing genres and categories, choosing things we like and communicating them to the other, allowing for mistakes and corrections to arise in the process. We end up deciding that the unveiling of the primary materials should take place in a few days, by email: we’ll propose passages from independently chosen books and at that point we’ll update each other again.

Caterina Riva, 2010

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