Venezia used many things to lure me back this year. She tempted me with glass and twinkling Christmas lights. But there was one event that sealed the deal the minute I found out about it and saw the promotional pictures. It was Damien Hirst’s exhibition “Treasures from the wreck of
Walk with me to the places you dare not imagine… The darkness is back. Anybody surprised? No? Good. When darkness falls over Venezia, there is a good chance you might find me wandering the streets of Dorsoduro. It has become my favorite sestiere ever since I spent a week there
Let’s go a bit lighter today, shall we? After my last slightly macabre post I thought I’d give you a reprieve from my dark and moody side by taking you for a walk in Cannaregio, the northernmost of Venezia’s sestieri. A simple walk. No fantasy twists or darkness, I promise.
She was standing in the room flooded with light that felt as corrosive as acid. Breathing was difficult. And yet even the acid light couldn’t burn out the truth that lied naked in front of her. The deed had been done. It’s consequences irreversible. The pallor whiteness had taken over
I sit here fighting the most ridiculous feeling in the world that just refuses to let go of me. Why am I still thinking about some guy I glimpsed for no more than few minutes, if that much, on some campo in Venezia and photographed just because he looked so
Venezia loves theatre. Venezia is theatre. Venezia is theatrical and I love her for it, because I am dramatic. And the streets around La Fenice theatre are especially magical in this regard. Im normally a tad afraid of the dark, but I am unable to resist nightly walks through this