Meret Oppenheim works and Man Ray famous portraits of her are here at Lugano Lac and I took a quick visit. Fruits of a particular mind conected between them by deep feelings and creativity, that’s what I perceived of her. A lady that landed in Paris at its art peak time and managed to leave her mark in a field ruled by men’s artistic hands.
Milan is my favorite design city and my home for five awesome years. So many things that nourish the eye and mind that is difficult even to pick one for a start.
As it was recently opened and made great rumor around, I went to see Fondazione Prada, a place that its founders wanted not polluted with fashion but with exclusive art pieces.
It worth a visit and it worth your time as it makes you travel back at the end of the XVIII century and admire the adornments that belong to those beautiful artistic moments. Built in Neoclassic style and recently restored, the villa is rich in detail and every room seems to have its own story. The pastel colors combination looks like a mood-board for inspiration.
The city is both stunning on its indoor tracks as it is on the outside: where the streets have a name.
I started the search for details on Via Giulia, born some five centuries ago to be the first street in Rome crossing in straight line the other “vicoli”. During about one kilometer walk, its past is trying to come out at almost every angle, inviting me for example to have a seat on a bench amazingly undefeated by the time or by the palace built over it.
I decided to help my English speaking friends skip translations, so this blog will try some Shakespeare language from now on.
In Milan is a long queue from Palazzo Reale till Duomo. Something that reminds me of the crowded urge for basic products I’ve seen in the communist childhood times, the single common element here being the desire.