I could say so many things about this pic. But I prefer to not get into politics, there are already too many people pretending to be experts in that. I would just say that at one point of the history, something happened… and, according to the people living that period - many people I know directly - it has been a tragic failure. And this is what they left behind (in many and many copies), replacing abruptly the scent of centuries of history. At the end, the architecture is reflecting that gray idea.
The interesting thing about planes is that they are all almost the same all over the world. Right, when you change countries and continents you may find different cars, bicycles, public transportation… but plane are not that different. And when it is cloudy you could be wherever: Italy, Quebeck, Quatar Austria, USA, UK… wherever. Also safety procedures are the same… sure the language spoken by the crew can change, but at the end you will often have the English version of the story.
Right now I am sitting on this plane, a McDonnel Douglas MD80. Under me Europe hidden under a ocean of puffy clouds… and I can easily read the label on the phone close to me: “TELEX Minneapolis, MN, USA”… I was exactly in the same spot (same kind of plane, same sit) one year ago flying from Boston to Atlanta. Dejavu.
He knows why… bella Beppe!
This is one of my favorite paintings ever. It is commonly known as “Vampire” but I’ve never liked this title… And it has been good to find out that this painting was originally titled “Love and Pain” and that “a critic named Stanislaw Przybyszewski mistakenly interpreted this painting as being vampiric in theme and content”. And the painting became known as “Vampire” only after his erroneous assessment of it.
Yes, I’ve always thought that the woman in the painting was consoling her lover, not sucking his blood. Even if, in Italy there’s a common saying that some women (especially some wifes and lovers) are sucking blood…
It is so intense and warm, isn’t it?