Opinion / Chiara Rimella
Crowd-pleaser
Even before 2020, “crowded” didn’t exactly have the best connotations. “I went to a club yesterday, you wouldn’t believe how crowded it was,” would never have been a glowing review of an evening. But in an exhibition at Turin’s Galleria d’Arte Moderna (currently closed in its physical format but viewable online) the term is taking on quite the opposite undertone.
Organised by the cultural arm of Italian bank Intesa Sanpaolo as part of the city’s (now digital) art fair Artissima, the show Folle (“crowds”) has a bittersweet feel. It includes pictures of a great number of people together, spanning Italian history from the 1930s to the 1980s. Visitors to the online gallery find themselves peeking past wide-brimmed hats at the opening of Milan’s Pinacoteca di Brera in 1943, clapping alongside huffing and puffing cyclists as they zoom past on the Giro d’Italia, or squeezing onto a packed train heading to the seaside in the boiling August heat. Who’d have thought that a photograph of a squeezed-in gaggle of bystanders at the inauguration of a motorway would be so moving?
A black-and-white shot of dancers (pictured) is the most poignant. If you then close your eyes, the memory really hits: what it felt like to be surrounded by the warmth and motion of a swaying group, the pungent and now irresistibly nostalgic smell of sweat, skin and spilled drinks. In times past, I hankered for an intimate dinner, some proper space to show off my dance moves or a nice spot at the back of a venue to watch a gig undisturbed. But when the right time comes, in a future I don't know how far away, I promise that I’ll smile when I say that I went out – and boy, was it crowded.