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Futurism eventually got marred by its link to Fascism, but early on, it was totally avant-garde, and I wanted to dream a phantom link from the early futurists to the politically radical Italy of the 1970s, a time of fun, play, subversion - if also violence and mayhem.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
Portofino in the '60s was magic. Women in bright silk, each with a gardenia in their hand. The bottle started then, in my mind.
My favorite thing is Spaghetti with white clam sauce anywhere on the Amalfi Coast or the Tuscan Coast.
Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa.
A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.
We go to Italy every winter, and my husband's mother has a bingo party on Christmas. Every woman brings a dish: lentils, cavolo nero, tons of beans, polenta, every type of cheese, bruschetta, fresh vegetables, and local olive oil and wine.
Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile,
They will, they will not; fools that on them trust;
For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
[It., Femmina e cosa garrula e fallace:
Vuole e disvuole, e folle uom chi sen fida,
Si tra se volge.]
Paola Calvetti takes readers on a delicious trip through Italy, books, letters and love, reminding us all of the joys of a completely compelling read."
Cathie Beck, author of Cheap Cabernet: A Friendship
It's always Mardi Gras somewhere.
RODERIGO What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Feast for the Fisherman, the ultimate emo band. Said to be sold with a complimentary prescription for antidepressants and a free flatiron.
What most people find festive - a weekend at a beach shack with friends, a boat trip down a river, a crackling bonfire on a summer night - I see as a bleak nightmare to be grimly endured. I would sooner put lit cigarettes in my eyes than share a vacation house with a crowd.
THE DOLLS' CHRISTMAS
When you come to Venice, you do special work.
Warre is deaths feast.
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
Carnival: filth, trash, spangles, drunks, and Gods.
A convoluted noir infused extravaganza clogged with humans but also a bizarre cluster of unique creatures and provocative human chimeras customized via genetic manipulation and body augmentation, a reverie of alluring cultural ferment and cyberdelic imagery making a grand display
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty.
[Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
Of all the biennials, triennials, quadrennials, internationals, and massive group shows, Documenta, established in 1955 and held once every five years in Kassel, Germany, is seen as the most serious. A statement show.
The Fiesta Tour McDonald's exhibit is a one-of-a-kind compilation of items and great moments in Latin music history. Every item has a unique story, including the outfit which I wore during the 2008 Premios Juventud awards.
You can't host an Italian film festival without Marcello Mastroianni. It just doesn't feel right.
I recognize a few more of the attendees: Mustela fae - ferret-like creatures with long, venomous fangs and vulnerable craniums, a hedgehog being with the face of a sparrow, a pink woman with a neck as long as a flamingo. There
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
Her name is Portia
Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.
Carlina felt as if sudden sunshine had filled the kitchen ... [Carlina's reaction to Stefano Garini]
Gervasio Lonquimay
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
[Brigs of Ayr]
I happen to love carnivals.
I'm the queen of festivities, that's all I can say.
Toy Empressario
Wonder Afficianado
Avid Shoewearer
You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed.
Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!
A national festival is an occasion to refine and rebuild the national character.
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
Fresca, or Diet Rite?" I asked. "I'll have a Fanta," she said.
I've never been to a festival. I'm a creature of habit, mashed-potato comfort, I like rugs. Our sofa's squishy. Maybe too squishy - it's hard to get up sometimes.
Great Representation of the Art and Use of Fencing, written by the Italian maestro Ridolfo Capo Ferro
[ ... ]if you talk any more flummery to me, Frederica, I shall give you one of my - er - icy set-downs!(Alverstoke)
I suppose that Italy must always lie like some lovely sunken island at the bottom of all passionate dreams, from which at the flood it may arise; the air of it is charged with subtle essences of romance. One supposes Italy must be organized for the need of lovers.
Florentine cuisine is surely something worth discovering. I believe I learned a lot about Florentine culture and traditions from observing how they live their relationship with food.
The abject pleasure of an abject mind
And hence so dear to poor weak woman kind.
[Lat., Vindicta
Nemo magis gaudet, quam femina.]
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
La heradera del dia destruida.
(The heiress of the destroyed day.)
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Of all the old festivals, however, that of Christmas awakens the strongest and most heartfelt associations. There is a tone of solemn and sacred feeling that blends with our conviviality, and lifts the sprit to a state of hallowed and elevated enjoyment.
And so, in the space of a few yards, the sacred springs of Gafsa, those laughing, chattering, amorous waters of the Romans that well up here in a river of warmth and purity, had been reduced to those of a Cloaca Maxima.
We do not precisely enjoy liberty at the Figaro. M. de Latouche, our worthy director (ah! you should know the fellow), is always hanging over us, cutting, pruning, right or wrong, imposing upon us his whims, his aberrations, his fancies, and we have to write as he bids ...
The festivals are cool because you make a lot of connections at the festivals.
Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune.
[Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
The rest of the crowd were friends of my fortune, not of me.
[Lat., Caetera fortunae, non mea, turba fuit.]
Welcome to Miz-fest 2010! It's all going A-Ry.
Guy Fawkes Night,
It's a special feeling when you are blasting through the park along the Monza straights, and there are so many really enthusiastic fans there. I have to admit, though, it's not only the racing I'm looking forward to, as Italian cuisine is superb.
I can not forget Melina Mercouri in black dress at 'Never on Sunday'.
I'm very interested in Comedia dell'Arte.
FRONTA NULLA FIDES. Place no trust in appearances.
At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city,
Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are made,
They've built (it well may make us feel afraid,)
A music club and music warehouse pretty.
crowd of frenzied females,
While my calendar with Moda Operandi often takes me to fashionable locales like Milan and Paris, I am thrilled when opportunities to visit new places present themselves.
The most widely criticised singers in the history of opera, Maria Callas and Franco Corelli, happen also to be the best singers. I am honoured for being part of their group.
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
Which of us that is thirty years old has not had its Pompeii? Deep under ashes lies the life of youth
the careless sport, the pleasure and the passion, the darling joy.
Rememberatorium),
I cook a lot of Italian food. Bucatini Pomodoro is my best: it's a fat spaghetti with tomato, olive oil, and reminds me of getting married in Italy.
There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy. Upon those chairs in disarray, among those flowers which are withering, under those extinguished lights, there have been thoughts of joy.
They are the fuga bidone, Christopher. They broke away. They're too far
ahead to reel in," Luca whispered, his voice breaking into the wind that licked
the mountain top. "We are the peloton."
"We'll see them again at the finish line.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world.
A lovely evening of new idioms and fresh mozzarella.
She smashes her knuckles into winter
As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners,
the one whose fallen through the cracks ...
(iViva la Gloria!)
In 1987, I had no idea who Steven Isserlis was. We met at the Spoleto Festival in Charleston, South Carolina. It was originally just an Italian summer festival, but for the past 14 years, there's also been a spring festival in America.
Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra' That is, Now your blessedness appears.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
Imagine," she said, after registering, "a whole city of gorgeous Italian guys. They can say anything to me, and it'll be sexy."
"You'll be so easy," Rashmi said. "Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? 'Oh, do me, Marco!
This June, I'll travel once again to the Food and Wine Magazine Classic in Aspen, Colorado. For many years, my dear friend Julia Child and I have teamed up to teach classes together at the event; for the past seven years, my daughter, Claudine, has been my cooking partner on stage.
Rome holds my psyche in balance. Whenever I'm there, it's like a holiday.
Unless I missed my guess, it was time for Fiera to go kick some ubervillian ass.
Goody.
Ignazio Michele Vitale," I say playfully, intentionally flubbing the middle name, just to get more of a rise out of him. "I can't believe you were singing a song from the eighties."
"You were seeing things.
stomata. The guard
I'm an Italian girl from the south who's very passionate.
In hoc signo vinces
If there is a gratification which I envy any people in this world it is to your country [Italy] its music. This is the favorite passion of my soul, and fortune has cast my lot in a country where it is in a state of deplorable barbarism.
I am a sucker for those old traditional places, and Rome is as good as it gets, particularly when you throw in Italian food.
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
Full Frame is where I had the first showing of my first film, 'Street Fight.' I have a fond memory of pacing around outside the theater, nervously trying to keep from throwing up. It's a magical festival, well curated, with a warm and generous spirit.
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
Letizia Gambi is a stunning vocalist
Picture and sculpture are the celebrations and festivities of form.
Whoever after due and proper warning shall be heard to utter the abominable word "Frisco", which has no linguistic or other warrant, shall be deemed guilty of High Misdemeanour, and shall pay into the Imperial Treasury as penalty the sum of twenty-five dollars.
On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts-and we wanted it all.
passacaglia by the old master Buxtehude.
Fiorito has all the right stuff. His splendid memoir about his relationship with his dying father belongs on that small shelf with Philip Roth's Patrimony and Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes.