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Better than Subbuteo!  Everything began the day that the plan of a drawing table (used by our father for his job) got free. We felt ridiculous, aged as we were, laying on our knees around the official carpet to celebrate our usual crowncap-football rites! I can't remember if were the brains or directly the suffering knees to generate the idea; anyway.... |
Dada  Good were the times, in the early 70's, when the healthy bad habit of throwing the empty bottles caps down to the ground was still reigning, so that our return to Brescia after long years immediately added new bits to our collection.The province was very rich in sodas producers, and... |
| Exkandariya and the black gold  It was the first real flight in my life, and the destination was the one I've always been looking for, with swinging results, in those years: the search of emotions.
Didn't matter where, how or why: I was sitting in the sky of my fantasy, thrown into an adventure started by boarding on that plane, and then drown over in my mind with the numberless colours of the imagination.
The naked truth was...
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Caps & carpets  Time passed with maddening slowness. Crouched in my hideout behind that rock I expected those men to bring their horses and their guns away from there; in the meanwhile fears and fantasies chased in my mind constantly changing shapes and colors, like a kaleidoscope; then, when a cloud of dust revealed to me their departure, I finally resumed breathing, and cautiously walked to the mountain in front of me. "Open, sesame!" I cried... |
The desert fox  I was nearly twelve. I wore shorts only with the Boy Scout uniform. My collection of half a thousand caps almost did not increase, because I was too ashamed to be seen while gathered them from the ground, so I remained quite indifferent when my mom decided it was time to throw them away. - You're grown enough to think about what you'll do as an adult, don't you agree? - I agreed, of course. Or so I said, as I saw the protagonists of my table sport games facing their last race: jump in the trash! Since then I was busy (without too much effort) to plan ...
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A travel to Scandinavia The field felt not ready yet to show itself to the travellers' eyes, at that July day sunrise: while making up its face it surrounded itself with a low fog screen, hiding the still humid ground, but allowing the first, slowest rays of the impending day to filter through confused trees shadows ... |
Crowns collecting: why?  Collecting has always been a great passion involving, more or less intensely, all my family members. My beloved dad dedicated all of his free time to stamps and postcards, and still today the results of his meticulous and constant search live in tidy presence into an armoire, in such a collections museum that my adolescence house has always.... |
A matter of style  A yellow flowers extent covering a field is a sight that can't leave me indifferent, strikes the eye and conveys harmony signals to the mind, stronger than every other thought, giving relaxing meditation instants. I always valued the luck of working outdoor, being into contact with the renewing sight offered by nature to those who want to perceive it: either in a secluded corner ... |
Crown Caps Paradise  The best caps findings in my life had always belonged to the night, exciting, astonishing: presents by more or less known people, or casual discoveries in the most unbelievable places. Unique pieces that I'd never seen before, I could neither suppose may exist, and, in fact... |
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Collecting is, in general, a mania often generating excesses not much intelligible to “normal” people, sometimes again notably squeezes the involved persons' economical resources.
Crown caps collecting is a little different, because the greatest satisfactions are often due to casual findings, and every single bit may have its own story making it more important than other ones, even if rarer or nicest. These pages simply propose to display some experiences connected with anyone of them, like true emotion fleeting photographic moments, flavoured with a bit of emphasis, trying to avoid that our very agreeable guests get into a simple caps exhibition, but could otherwise be sharing, in part, the joy of being able to live life fragments tied to them.