Rosa Aiello: Shame Baby, Baby Shame
Curated by Alex Ross
Opening 23 May at 7pm
at Hadrian (Frutta), Rome

Come on, darlings, never mind that brute.
We'll feed you.
We'll make you strong and healthy.
Come on.

Don't you see you'll die?
Come on, baby,
there's a little sweetie baby.
My little sweeties.

- Marvelous stuff, these malaria pills.
- Yes, if you don't overdo it.

You know, you're as much her prisoner
as she is yours.
She's not a prisoner. She's a friend.

Kindly give me the towel.
Thank you.
Now let's have my dressing gown back.

I did my best as a babysitter,
but I'm afraid I'm not the type.

George seemed so recovered
from his attack of malaria...
...that we left for Kiunga
the very next day...
...wondering how Elsa would react
to the sight of her first ocean.

At first she was put off by the growl
and rush of the waves...
...and the taste of the water.

Goggle fishing too soon, too soon.
He seems to be an impetuous man.
True. He's a mad, impetuous boy.

Like all holidays,
ours was over all too soon.
And it was the last
we would ever take together.

Why don't we live in a nice
comfortable city? Other people do.
But we've chosen to live out here because
it represents freedom. We can breathe.

What you're hoping is that she can stay
out here wild but not too wild... you can see her every now and then.

Well, there's no doubt at all
whose kill that is.

You've done something
no one else has ever done.
And you should be very proud.

Born Free (Dirs., James Hill, Tom McGowan, 1966) (excerpts)


"Good, good, good," I said with masochistic satisfaction, and I deposited an enormous helping of it onto my plate.

Boredom (1960), Alberto Moravia (Trans., William Weaver)

  Rosa Aiello, Alex Ross, Frutta, Rome