"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Ogni tanto mi domando

Ogni tanto mi domando se non avrei dovuto scegliermi un altro mestiere.

Poi mi rispondo di no.

books and literature

Werewolves Wednesday: The Wolf-Leader (16)

A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XVI: My Lady’s Lady Thibault was delighted at seeing what had happened to the young Baron, whose hand, anything but light, had so shortly before made use of his whip on Thibault’s shoulders, which still smarted with the blow.

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architecture, engineering and construction

Ornaments in Transit: Tracing Milan’s Art Deco Echoes

Do you remember last month, when we took a stroll through Milan in the wake of Casorati’s new exhibition at Palazzo Reale? I would be amiss if I didn’t follow up with another walk inspired by another, great show, closing this month, so here we

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Pride Month

Pride Month 2025: Art of the Day

Swapped Lives, Eternal Forms: Visualising Gender Fluidity in the Torikaebaya Monogatari Torikaebaya Monogatari (literally “If only I could exchange (them)!” often translated as “The Changelings”) is a 12th-century Japanese narrative that tells the story of two siblings: a boy raised as a girl and a

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5 Comments
  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 12:41h, 18 December Reply

    L’immagine mi ricorda vagamente la bauhaus. Io mi sono convinto che – noi tutti – per il semplice fatto di lavorare pratichiamo il mestiere più antico del mondo.

    Prostituire un cervello ad altri per otto e passa ore al giorno non è certo meglio che lasciare i propri orifizi e/o sfinteri alla mercè di altri per qualche decina di minuti massimo a botta. E pagamento cash.

    E senz’altro, non lo si fa per una mercede più alta.

  • FiammaViola
    Posted at 13:49h, 18 December Reply

    una volta che hai fatto la scelta, non si torna più indietro :)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:12h, 18 December Reply

    @ Brian: detto così qualsiasi professione perde molto del suo fascino… o ne acquista, a seconda dell’ottica *___^

    @ Fiammaviola: non si torna indietro no e per molti di noi è una fortuna. Sai mai che in un momento di sconforto non si scegliesse una strada diversa e ci si ritrovasse a fare ECONOMIA :-#

  • FiammaViola
    Posted at 11:48h, 19 December Reply

    che schifo :S boh se proprio dovesse pensarmi in un altro mestiere potrebbe gratificarmi solo medicina… ma nemmeno regge il confronto!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:46h, 19 December Reply

    mmm… forse a me gratificherebbe la via della letteratura (che per ora è l’hobby), ma a quel punto l’arte e l’architettura diventerebbero l’hobby e bene o male saremmo punto da capo. No, di qui non si scappa.

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