Taking a moment and taking a breath.
After so many grand stories, it’s time for something intimate. And after so much globetrotting, it’s time to come back home.
That wild, wild whisper
Blowin’ in the wind
Callin’ out your name like a long lost friend?
Don’t listen to it.
Grazi.
Ti amo.
Ciao
Still in Rome. Shall We Dance?
Honesty. It’s such a lonely word.
Tu abball’ o’ rocchenroll
Tu giochi a baisiboll
We must get beyond passions, like a great work of art.
More from Florence. Specifically, a weird film on a special day.
I want to be a neo-realist
Ciao, Firenze!
They tell me Venice is sinking…