Tag: Venezia

nature of fortune

He stared into the light shining down on him through the high narrow crack in the stone wall that served as a window. Was this a blessing he had been hoping for? Or perhaps he had been singled out, made an easy mark for those who sought to find him

the apparition

He walked into her line of vision, stopped and studied her for a while baffling ten hells out of her as to how he could even see her through both panes of the glass and pitch black shadows. And yet he was holding her in place with invisible hands, head

welcome to the beautiful madness

This is the penultimate evening of this year’s carnevale di Venezia, so it’s about time I finally did a post about it. So let me take a deep breath and begin… There are events in our life that take us inexplicably long time to get to. One such event for

the prince who ruled the world

There was a commotion in the crowd. Something was sending waves of excitement in all directions. What in the hell? And then she spotted the source of it all. Stunning, majestic, aloof, with arrogance measured to razor sharp perfection, acutely aware of the effect he had on those around, the

damien hirst “treasures from the wreck of the unbelievable”

Somewhere between lies and truth lies the truth I’m sure, if you googled Damien Hirst’s name or the name of this exhibition, you would get a plethora of articles about this extravaganza. I’m sure many critics have had their say about it as well. What two cents could I possibly

celebrate the light

There are things that always tend to evade me while I am in Venezia. The most notorious one of those is fog, with snow coming in close second place. The third element of my perfect trio of Venetian evaders were the Christmas lights. This year the infamous trio became a

you were a comet

Actually this post was supposed to be called “Alice and the Liar princess”, but hey, Im way too obsessed with the song that is today’s soundtrack, so the original title went out the window. Or should I say – out of the mirror? Speaking of mirrors, there is a calle

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