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She was a bit mad, that woman with red lipstick smeared all over her face like warpaint. Even the way she self consciously walked into the piazza navona that day was odd. Of course i was stalking every one that afternoon with my camera, brute that I am when I get behind a lens.

Dispatch from the Grand Flora, Rome, Italy. (If only life could be like this more often…)

This morning we landed in Rome. It’s been a whirlwind ever since. (March 2010)

It’s past midnight and I’m sipping Carpene Malvolti prosecco bellinis from the chic little wine bar Gran Caffe Roma on Via V. Veneto & eating complimentary Peyrano chocolates from the hotel. We drove from the airport to the hotel, spying the coliseum and the baths of caracalla which I captured with my tiny spy video camera. I want to have a slow food, slow pleasure kind of trip here. This is all an experimentation, an adventure, a letting go, and a following of some creative pull at my dusty writer’s hand, my photographer’s eye. I have loved the possibilities of a digital world in the early days of the internet so I (for better or WORSE) have decided between the ‘living simply in the moments kind of moments’ I’m going to tweet, poster-ous post, ‘tumbl’, facebook my time in Rome. For myself because I love history, I’ve always wanted to keep a true travelogue of sorts & because my memories meld all together some times & I want some small record of the moments which stood out to me or changed me. I want to know I was alive. I dreamed. I even managed to chase a passion or two in my life. And finally, I have a friend or two who have requested a “what’s it like to be in Italy in 2010 when you are plugged in globally, live with mobile phones, iphone applications, internet, cameras & video? What’s it like to wander down a charming, beautifully lit, slightly overwhelming Roman cobblestoned street? What is it like to be an American in the Eternal City? What makes you return again and again? What do you see there? And how will it change you?

(2010)

softness & moonlight

Very hot bubble bath with a good book (hardcover Secrets Of Rome) & exceedingly chilled Italian champagne. The taste of fruit is still in my mouth. Annihilated after a hot day in the Italian sun walking through grand palazzos and the ruins of the past. The air chokes me. I hide in the room, a tiny, lovely oasis. He reads about Caesar, I read about the ancients & a 1960s murder on Via Puccini. I can smell the sweet magnolia trees through the balcony windows wafting in from the Borghese gardens, a few paces from where I sit, writing to you. 

(Marzo, 2010, Roma, Italia)