the renaissance Boboli Gardens of Florence Italy  

The Palazzo Pitti is a large villa museum built in 1458 for a Florentine banker near the river Arno, in the heart of Florence, Tuscany, Italy, and is sumptuously laid out with antique furnishings and priceless works of Italian paintings and sculptures. It contains nearly 500 Renaissance  and baroque frescoes and masterpieces by Artemisia Gentileschi,…

Berlin; a Grecian ode in black and white 

I am exceedingly charmed by Berlin. I’m smitten with it, in fact. This German city is pristine and enormous, with beautiful stretches of wide open boulevards and bridges betwixt baroque, art nouveau, Romanesque and post modern architecture (with character). They have turned part of the old Soviet regime of East Berlin, that former extension of the cold…

snapshots of architecture, art, and antiquities of beautiful Berlin

Berlin, Germany is a living, well kept up ode to Grecian architecture, Roman and other ancient world antiquities, classical treasures in sumptuous museums, 19th century design and art, classical music, coffeehouses, bookshops, culture, beauty, ideals, dark history, fresh hopes, and a detached but genial air keeping time with efficiency. The architecture and the antiquities in…

the berlin wall

Visiting the Berlin wall in Germany in March was such an amazing experience. The recent history of the most basic freedoms stripped from half of Berliner‘s every day lives for decades is a vital reminder of why fascism and totalitarian societies don’t work under any conditions. Power always corrupts, art and education are replaced by…

let me tell you everything from 3000 miles away

What if a girl met a boy online and they talked and talked and talked in a series of messages and photos and videos but never on the telephone or face to face? What if a girl did this over and over again with a few boys over a few years, searching for herself in…

bitter without sweet

They tell you you are beautiful and that you are sweet. You are important. You are desired. You will be young and beautiful and sweet and important and desired forever. You will always be you forever and ever. That’s what really matters. But what if nothing matters to you? What if kind words were interchangeable…

de rien 

There is no refuge from yourself.

what you’ve lost even when you’re there 

You’ve lost the hope of beauty or allure. You did it to yourself. Are you finally happy you’ve made yourself more unhappy under the blind guise of hiding from the dark? John William Godward, Athenais, 1908 (detail) You have the places you would love to get lost in for awhile, and be foolish, and be…

It’s funny, isn’t it

The moment it dawns on you that you’re finished. That you were finished a long time ago, years and years ago, but you couldn’t see it. You wouldn’t. You refused to. And now here is this delicate moment you finally recognize the void in you has grown. The pleasures of life are no longer yours…

analog

Life is a closed door and nothing matters to me. It’s all routine. It’s all surface. It’s theatrical makeup. Not even the feelings are real. There’s no point to me except to be an eye for awhile. So be it. We’ll always have Rome. Yes, even when I’m having an existential crisis I still “feel”…

dido’s lament 

Loneliness is so much richer in a crowd. False flashes of happiness skim over you like patches of sun between all the shadow. But nothing penetrates your skin. You don’t live, you just float, dreamlike, for awhile, eyes closed or open, you just… exist. You keep losing track of yourself in the mirror. The photograph…

let us lose ourselves 

  Are they a shadow now? Can they hear your thoughts now that they’re ether, a chimera, soon to be dust? What becomes of love when you lose the object behind it? To think you will join them one day; older, wiser, less you than they remember. Your dust will never become theirs. There is…