9 January 2013
Emiliano Ponzi was born in Reggio Emilia in 1978. At the age of twenty, he moved to Milan, where he still lives. His illustrations have appeared in magazines, advertising, books, newspapers and animations. Among his clients: The New York Times, Le Monde, The New Yorker, The Economist, Newsweek, La Repubblica, Il Sole 24 Ore, Penguin Books, Saatchi & Saatchi, Feltrinelli, Mondadori and the Triennale Design Museum. He has received various marks of recognition, including the Young Guns Award from the Art Directors Club in New York and medals of distinction from the Society of Illustrators in New York and Los Angeles and from 3×3 Magazine ProShow, as well as prizes from HOW Design, Communication Arts and American Illustration.
The song you never get tired of listening to.
You Can’t Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones.
The movie you can watch over and over again.
Woody Allen’s Annie Hall.
The book you fell head over heels in love with.
Wait Until Spring, Bandini by John Fante.
The object you’re most attached to.
My desk.
Your favorite place.
The studio.
A cult film you cannot stand.
Robert Wise’s The Sound of Music.
A literary classic you can’t bear.
Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.
The most beautiful automobile ever made.
The American station wagons of the eighties with woodgrain side panels, emblem of the family man.
Three stops on a journey around the world.
San Francisco, Singapore, Colmar.
A contemporary artist whose future in the history of art is assured.
Robert Wilson.
An architect to whom you would entrust the construction of a fantastic place.
Le Corbusier.
A fashion designer for an epoch-making show.
Christian Dior.
An elegant person.
George Peppard in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
An inelegant person.
Anyone who uses coarse language.
A bad habit you have?
Smoking.
What would you like to overindulge in?
Xanax.
What can’t you do without?
Coffee.
What would you like to be a champion of?
Fencing, I was good at it as a boy.
The hotel and restaurant at the top of your personal league table.
The Standard Hotel in New York, splendidly voyeuristic. Volver in Turin, as always the best Argentine beef.
The greatest invention of all time.
The internet.
The historical figure you are most grateful to.
Marcus Aurelius.