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Roam if you want to.

That is a terrible beginning. In that vein, I give you a quote from Bob:

“Well, I think Italy is all about ambulances, police and bouncing titties”.

Yes, these things dominate the Roman streetscape. On the third day here, Rob and I went to the Bocca della Verità and then to Mussolini’s EUR building precinct, while Matt and Dirk went to the Vatican. All in all, it was a day spent investigating fascism. We met in the evening at the Trevi Fountain followed by dinner. For myself, Saltimbocca alla Roma. I did a quick count, and can only think of 7 orgasms I have had in my life more moving than was that dish.

Today we did a photographic essay throughout the city, only to find a pivotal house in my plan has had its balcony demolished and that when one only has blokes with them and need of a lady for a legit picture, it is very hard to find one to pose. Matt did comment, in light of this essay, that I appear to have gone insane of late; maybe that explains the reluctance, though I expect more outgoing behaviour from tourists. Then we went to the Pantheon, then we went to the Vittoriano type-writer wedding-cake, then we went to the Galleria Doria Pamphilij, all the while sending and receiving smutty messages back to and from Straya. The later locale is the palace and fabulous art collection of the family of Pope Innocent X, and by and large a secret from tourists; Bruegals, Titians, and Valazquez’ portrait of said pope that was the template of a famous Francis Bacon work. Fabulous.

Anyway, now to send more jobs off to the supercomputer. Ciao.


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Sep. 25th, 2008 03:03 am (UTC)
Your love of food seems extraordinary, or alternatively your appreciation of sexual climax may be rather weak :)

Those black and white photo's work really well, I recommend more!
Sep. 25th, 2008 08:11 pm (UTC)
It's difficult to make more on the same theme without a) a Vespa and b) a skinny (or any) chick. I appreciate the appreciation though.
Sep. 26th, 2008 11:23 pm (UTC)
Blood on the Spanish Steps
In my opinion, there is an alternative version of that Spanish Steps photograph which better captures the insanity lurking behind your tortured quest:

Dirk-as-Audrey stares at the camera in amiable incomprehension as the horror dawns upon your face at the monster you have become. It's like an Egon Schiele self-portrait (check him out, the Austrians are mad for him, every gallery in Vienna had at least one).

Also, DFAT needs a slap upside the head.
Sep. 27th, 2008 06:43 am (UTC)
Holy shit, you saw the Velazquez pope?


On a related topic- Matt, I've always thought Schiele's portraits, while lovely and poignant and all, looked like the flesh on them was decomposing.

Seen any Van Eycks? I believe there are a number of them in Italy's galleries and churches. The women in them all look like Flacco and the Baby Jesuses all look like 50-year-old midgets. Good times.

Sep. 27th, 2008 06:53 am (UTC)
Flacco In a Green Dress



Sep. 27th, 2008 06:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Flacco In a Green Dress
You have each given me much to think on.
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