The photo is an old one of mine, recropped. The title is by Italo Calvino. It's the title of a short story by him I just read in The New Yorker. Calvino was an Italian journalist, fabulist and modernist who died in 1985. The Daughters of the Moon, previously untranslated into English, was published in 1968, part of his "Cosmicomics" series. Combining elements of fable, mythology, magic realism and social satire, its publication seems specially timely -- involving, as it does, the complete collapse of an economy totally based on endless consumption and its magical transformation by the moon and its "daughters" into something new:
In this world where every object was thrown away at the slightest sign of breakage or aging, at the first dent or stain, and replaced with a new and perfect substitute, there was just one false note, one shadow: the moon. It wandered through the sky naked, corroded, and gray, more and more alien to the world down here, a hangover from a way of being that was now outdated.The story is hard to describe, because it's very much a matter of tone and nuance. I loved it. Click the link to check it out.