We ask Lola for her bio to publish for the project. Email from Lola:
No one ever really understood what Lola Kola does.
She is a woman, a man, a transgender, a child, a toy, a rocking stud mare.
She has been a fashion designer, model, actress, prostitute, drug dealer, drug addict, singer, pop icon, diva, a madwoman, without ever wishing to be anything.
They handed her a little queen's crown without shedding a single tear of joy, and she will give it back, without a single tear of sadness.
After years of hard work as a designer in the fashion industry, she went to all the parties and after-parties she possibly could, listening to all the music she could, taking and drinking as much as she could, attending as many events as she could.
That's when photographers, directors and stylists all started wanting to photograph her, see her act, have her in their videos.
Her only masterpiece is Sambaca, the music video for Alien Alien.
She worked a little in television and even less in film, but she doesn't even remember the titles, nor did she ever watch herself.
She ventured out in music with Impy at U-Kabarett, blending live performance with circus bands, cabaret music and even techno.
But she is uncompromising, unmanageable and rude, and she left at the first signs of disagreement.
She's now busy organizing Rome's best party, TROPICANTESIMO, with the best DJ ever, Hugo Sanchez.
During the event, she sings, which, by now, is the only activity capable of moving her and bringing tears to her eyes. On the best beats that any vocal artist (as she defines herself) could wish to sing, she performs pieces ranging from bossa nova to punk, from reggae to cumbia.
That's Lola Kola: a new sound, without genre, wrapped in the fashionable outfits she creates for herself.
Perhaps it's a revolution, or maybe, once again, an unkempt promise.