Filippo Libenzi

“The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,” Bob Dylan once sang, chasing meaning through questions too vast, too fragile to ever be held still. In Trieste, over these past weeks, those questions have found a different current. They have ridden the Bora: sweeping down from the hills, skimming the port before slipping into the PalaTrieste, and settling somewhere between the hardwood and the red-and-white pulse of a community. On Sunday, at last, an arena, and a city, rose as one, with a club caught in that delicate space between memory and what comes next. Across Trieste, posters reading ‘Tutto questo non può finire’ | ‘All of this cannot end’ spoke louder than any pregame slogan. They carried the weight of pallacanestro as identity. On the court, Cremona claimed the win. But the afternoon belonged to a sea of hearts moving like flags of quiet resistance, and to a sold-out arena that refused silence. The PalaTrieste became something more than a venue: a space suspended in feeling. A city waiting. A future still unwritten. An answer will come. Or perhaps, as Dylan suggested, it is already out there: drifting, restless, somewhere in the wind. 📸 @libo_killquick

Pensa se nessuno scopriva che le galline cagavano cose commestibili. Pensa se io non avessi incontrato voi. 🖤☀️🫂

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Old Dog With Some New Tricks 🇮🇹🦁

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“If I were to look for another word for music, I would find only the word Venice,” Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote. And within the city’s enduring musicality, basketball has sounded one of its most profound and defining notes: a presence that has shaped Venetian identity in no small measure. In @umanareyer , that note finds its highest expression. Founded in 1872, the club stands as the clearest embodiment of Venice’s basketball tradition: a true cultural asset, capable of setting the legendary Taliercio alight, especially on those enchanted European nights, such as yesterday’s victory in the @eurocup .

“Água mole, pedra dura, tanto bate até que fura” | “Soft water, hard rock, keep hitting until you break through” Thus reads one of the most famous Brazilian proverbs, perfectly expressing the spirit of a country that is always able to move forward with a smile on its face, despite seemingly insurmountable difficulties and obstacles. If it’s true that this philosophy pulsates within Brazilian sports, in Rio de Janeiro it’s lived with all one’s heart and soul. It’s easy to think that basketball here is the quieter cousin of the famous national obsession, but inside the Maracanazinho it becomes intimate, sacred. A place where children learn geometry play after play, where the elderly measure time in championships, where basquete is honored like a nice samba. Within these walls, the Game is creativity, rhythm, joy, identity. It’s carried on the shoulders, in the chants, through the drums and dance steps that harmoniously transform into a choreography of belonging. It’s the red and black tide reflected on the hardwood floor of Clube de Regatas do Flamengo , the legendary club born from the water in 1895, which continues today, and perhaps forever, to bring waves of people together in the city of the Cariocas. 📸 @libo_killquick

Real Football - Published in Athleta Magazine, Issue 12. Grateful for the work to be published in Europe and to be included alongside some pals and artists I deeply respect. Long live print!

Far from the River Thames, London can feel cold. In the northeast of the city, amid the tangled maze of overground lines, off-license shops, bootleg NBA jerseys, canals, and council houses, it’s easy to lose your way. Walking through the estates, every now and then you can spot white signs against the dark English brick that read ‘No ball games.’ Yet in this same landscape, rectangles emerge—quadrilaterals of concrete and hope. Backboards without nets, chances waiting to be taken, communities waiting to be supported. It was to help the boys and girls of this borough, and to offer them another way forward, that @hackney.wolves.basketball was founded in 2022. A promised haven dedicated to developing players in a safe, fair, and child-friendly environment—one capable of fostering joy, participation, and passion for a sport that is reaching new heights in every park across the Channel.

149 games. 149 derbies. 149 duels. A corner of Italy which since the post-war years is a true emblem of pallacanestro. Yesterday it came to a standstill and, in the very same breath, sprang back to life. Across barely 30 kilometers, history has been rewritten again and again, as the Game first bewitched, then shaped, and ultimately both united and divided two of its most sacred citadels in an unbreakable bond. Varese and Cantù. Cantù and Varese. The Itelyum Arena, set in the iconic Masnago district, once again hosted a timeless Italian and European classic. This Sunday, the scene was drenched in white and red, summoning the spirit of the ‘Grande Varese,’ a team that once ruled a pioneering era of basketball before becoming a cultural, and even pop—icon, now shaped in the present by the vision of another basketball icon, @luisscola , currently CEO of @pallvarese .

Suspended between two worlds, Paul Biligha has turned basketball into his universal language. From a dusty court in Cameroon to a quiet Umbrian borgo, and now to @derthonabasket — one of Europe’s most forward-thinking clubs — we traced his journey and the deep philosophy that anchors it, rich in roots, culture, and self-discovery. Overseas has dedicated a special editorial to Paul. Link in @overseasmag bio or visit overseas-mag.com to read “Different Worlds, One Game”. 🖊️ @libo_killquick 📷 @stefanoponzi__

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