{"id":15057,"date":"2017-02-22T10:58:46","date_gmt":"2017-02-22T09:58:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/test.theeatculture.com\/?p=15057\/"},"modified":"2017-04-04T16:29:07","modified_gmt":"2017-04-04T14:29:07","slug":"dream-story-meets-eyes-wide-shut-atelier-karasinski","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/test.theeatculture.com\/en\/dream-story-meets-eyes-wide-shut-atelier-karasinski\/","title":{"rendered":"A DREAM STORY MEETS EYES WIDE SHUT (@ ATELIER KARASINSKI)"},"content":{"rendered":"

If Fridolin and his <\/span>future<\/span> self Bill Harford <\/span>should meet<\/span>, where they would meet?
\n<\/span>Almost certainly in the apartment-studio of Laura Karasinski.<\/span><\/h4>\n
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Fridolin, my dear Fridolin.<\/span><\/p>\n

I never pissed off so much reading a book. <\/span>More I<\/span> read <\/span>the more I<\/span> pissed off, more I pissed off the more I read. Obviously at Fridolin<\/strong>. <\/span>It wasn’t enough <\/span>the name that sounds like a jack ass, no. Fridolin is the man in whom all, at least once in life, we had the misfortune to come across. <\/span>The one who<\/span> makes you believe to be free but actually binds you, the one that runs <\/span>after<\/span> the skirts of any woman, who <\/span>seeks<\/span> in the naivety of childhood his elixir of youth. And it is this familiarity that makes it detestable.
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\nWe’ve seen Eyes Wide Shut<\/strong>, we saw Tom Cruise<\/strong> (in the film called Bill Harford – not Fridolin), and as we well know, we forgiven because it was Tom Cruise. And also because Tom \/ Bill, fortunately, is just the top of the iceberg Fridolin.<\/span><\/p>\n

That’s the beauty (or ugliness for some) of cinema. Turns the tables by filing <\/span>off <\/span>the personalities of the characters, weaving new plots, imagining new places.<\/span><\/h5>\n

So happens that Dr. Fridolin name changes, he no longer lives in Vienna<\/strong> in 1920, but in New York<\/strong> in the late ’90s, and is married to Alice instead of Albertine. Or that the password to access the costume party <\/span>jumps<\/span> from “Denmark” to “Fidelio”.<\/span><\/p>\n

It so happens that I, today, lead you in the Schnitzler Vienna in a studio apartment <\/span>where<\/span> the protagonists are<\/span> vintage furniture, coming from different parts of the world and about each decade of the last century, bringing together virtually Fridolin and his ego of the future Bill as in a hypothetical crossover.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the atelier<\/strong><\/span>\u00a0Karasinski<\/strong> they definitely feel both at ease and maybe could argue over which of them looks more idiot in the eyes of women who read\/look them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fridolin will surely appreciate the tables by Egon Eiermann<\/strong>, the cupboard from industrial design and the big decorated mirror. He will also find bizarre the black painted ceiling.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bill on the other hand, will relax on the comfortable sofa or read a newspaper sitting on the Eames Plastic Chair by Vitra<\/strong> and certainly, it would be enchanted by the photos on the walls.
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\nBoth would live this little monkey as a bad omen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Atelier<\/a><\/p>\n

Surely, being two flirts, they would try unsuccessfully to contend the beautiful Laura Karasinski. And at the end, feeling guilty, they would report every detail to their wives wondering:\u00a0<\/span>it’s just a dream?<\/p>\n

They already know the answer:<\/span><\/p>\n

No dream is ever just a dream.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Images\u00a0via:\u00a0atelierkarasinski.com<\/a><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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