Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 May 2023

Great Graffiti In Naples, Italy, Part One

Naples has a reputation as a trashy, messy, kind of crazy part of Italy. Guilty. And what goes well with an undercurrent of mayhem? Graffiti. Mix it all up and you have a city that could be a bit of a back lot for a New York in the 1980s movie production.

Classic graffiti medium, a Metro train.

Two bigwigs of Naples, patron saint San Gennaro (Saint Januarius) and subversive Renaissance artist Caravaggio. Just kicking it, reading the papers. A more recent art world celeb, Jean-Michelle Basquiat, parodying for Starbucks. Graffiti, have fun with it.
The real patron saint of the city, football star and god, Diego Maradona. Shrines to him are everywhere.

More fun with art parody. Vermeer, Bitches and getting things done, magic. Michael Jackson as Marilyn Monroe in Andy Warhol's iconic portrait. Sweet.

No matter what alley you duck down, the graffiti is there to greet you.

Thursday, 24 March 2022

Connecting At The Museum Of Telecommunication

It's always fun to see old switching equipment, a brick cell phone and something called a radio. You can count your age like rings on a tree by the technology gone obsolete. Must need to visit a museum for confirmation.

The Telecommunication Museum in Tashkent is the perfect place to look at techie boat anchors. They kind of took the communications definition and ran with it.

The classic stuff, old switching, telex machines.
Old phones for every need. Does that phone come with dog tags? Been through basic dialing? A Soviet era pay phone. Comrades couldn't talk for free?

Branching out on the theme, how about model post office workers in their snazzy airline attendant uniforms? How does one become a member of the letter high club?
Rows of Soviet TVs. The helpful guide proudly proclaimed, "Black and white on the bottom, color on the top." OK. Don't forget audio. Somehow, Michael Jackson snuck behind the Iron Curtain. Of course he did.
The real reason for the museum, a nice outlet for mighty UCell to show that it is the bright future. Check out its technology reach in its model city layout. The same tour guide mentioned something about cell towers talking to greenhouses and then it all got fuzzy.