Once, over an aperitif in Lucca, we had a discussion: how many people in the world know of Picasso? The sun was warm and orange …
Surrounded by bussing crowds, the warm sun baking above him, dust sweeping the arena below, he leaps through the air, his feet losing touch with …
I have called everyone there is to call in my phonebook, and now I sit here and stare. At what, I’m unsure. The washing machine …
Its Golden Age was coming to an end. A new, not previously tasted sense of instability had fallen upon us. ‘This cannot last’, people said, …
After several weeks of the so-called heat wave, it finally began to rain. With the rain came cooler weather, frogs, and the small puddles that …