A nice flight to get to the foot of Etna. Jean Yves Blondeau, Rollerman, come to shoot a show for Nissan The Quest with Antonio Rossi, Jury Chechi, on the slopes of the Italian volcano with his armor BUGGY ROLLIN blue. There was no Nissan vehicle to climb the roads of the volcano but a mini bus full to crack with all the film crew plus the equipment. Already on the first night, under the stormy clouds and the slopes slammed by the free and crazy wind, we do interviews before the dark clouds finally fall on us with the conspiratorial night. The next day is a virgin morning, the naive morning light invites us to rush to the top of the road in the vehicle too full. Very quickly the talents express themselves, a soundman who has stories full of his magneto, fades of the image, who continue to take pictures even when there is more action, and a cameraman in the cigar who never quits his slow motion box with a lens of another century. The splendid sun cuts silhouettes against the black background of volcanic stones. The rock is dry even after the rain. This rock scratches the skin and emits a particular complaint when it sinks. We can see the road that disappeared several times under the eruptions. We film from morning to night. We have a break too late to eat on the volcano, hungry stomach, no longer provides the energy to think well and move well. But a dish of legendary pasta lifts the spirits and energy for the last catch reborn. Then the last rays turn the slopes into an incandescent red that contrasts with the deep blue of the sky. It will be one of the best movies, with a plethora of almost orgasmic slow motion. Herbs can be seen bending the spine in the turbulence of the armor’s whiplash. Pine cones twirl and bounce in twisted salto. The wheels bounce while grating the roughness of the asphalt road. Rollerman’s armor slips down as it glides down the curves of the laces. You can see all the wheels in action, playing the score of a symphony worn on the lines of the turns between the metal rails.
Etna, too, greeted us. In a breath a cloud has risen, like in slow motion. And for once we accelerated the images. Under the cloud a dry rain hits the surfaces in sun rustling and covers everything with a black abrasive dust.
And even the day ended, when Jean Yves proposes to add a layer, an additional descent, a line from the top to the city, all this passionate and a little crazy world throws itself into this last adventure without restraint.
In the evening, these Italian epicureans meet in the best restaurant of the friend of the friend. To enjoy once again the best of life.
Here is our vision of the day.