Yeah, man! A handful of my photos are being featured on the John Cabot University website this month, plus, a link to one of my complete albums—-woot woot! Thank you, Multicultural Club, for a wonderful talent show, thank you Study-Abroads for another wild semester, and thank you JCU for making me feel like Rome is Home. Cheers! http://www.johncabot.edu/
Shot in Paris - Barcelona - Rome
French Navy -Camera Obscura, My Maudlin Career
Hipster love at its finest. I want to be in a video like this some day…
I can’t put to words how I feel when I hear this song…a song that, quite frankly, I’m not really sure the name of. All I know is that the original was composed by the absolute one and only, Ennio Morricone (born in my neighborhood of Trastevere, and now living somewhere in Rome), and that a remastered version was recently perfected by Karl X Johan.
I’m pretty consistent when it comes to material that I love, so it should come as no surprise that I’m revisiting this masterpiece. It’s high up on my ”All-Time Favourite List of Everything”…But there’s no need to take away any more from the music; I’ll let it do the talking.
[You can hear Morricone’s score in the movie, “The Untouchables,” but really, Morricone is “L’Intoccabile,” (“The Untouchable”) if you ask me.]
Flames by Karl X Johan
In Rome, ’100 Years From Now’, a Public Art Project of American Academy in Rome Fellow, JEREMY MENDE
After his six-month fellowship in Design at AAR in Rome, artist, Jeremy Mende, is leaving his mark behind in the Eternal City. His ads, simple, clean, and futuristic, are pieces of his final art project that rekindle the conversation of “Futurism” and its social impact. As he heads back to San Francisco, his “cryptic” messages adorn the city and catch the eyes of passerby’s (one, being myself).
lower case, black bold lettering, on white.
“Considering the overwhelming positivism of Italian Futurism 100 years ago, [Mende] is interested in how, 100 years after Futurism, we now see our future. Is the thought of our future something we celebrate or do we have a more anxious stance?” -By Rutgers
Visit ‘100 Years From Now’
100 years from now
a kind of panic
despite the denials
to be a machine
βροχή: Greek for “rain” | On this final February evening, Zeus and the rest of the weather Gods are celebrating. Tonight, the cobblestone is saturated in a layer of slik grease, the piazza lanterns drip cold beads of rain, and Ponte Sisto is deserted. The temperature’s dropped significantly and the frigid air slices down to the bone; Roma’s been friendlier.
But I love the space, the night, the mist.
My furniture’s rearranged. The couch sits in its cave-sheltered cocoon; a black sea of strength and comfort. My body’s lost in the braids of knits and tweed. And what better way to keep dry from the rain than with some Burt’s and chocolate segars?
Buona notte, mondo. And a happy, sunny Monday to all. -m e l i s s i m a.
Fire and Rain -James Taylor, James Taylor: Greatest Hits
© Melissa Ashley
I recently took this photograph in Piazza Venezia: the display of Italian patriotism at its finest. The graphic, which I’ve produced from it since then, as well as these words, were inspired by Oliviero: a man who deserved a “thank you.”
“The meeting of a stranger. |
The studying of his unfamiliar face. His deep voice: musical elegance. The class in his movements. His dark, marked features: sharp. The curiosity to know more of this man.
An actor, perhaps. Intriguing and refreshing. Different from the rest.
A true gentleman, hospitable beyond words. Genuine in his ways, beautifully kind. A cultured photographer, a conquerer, an artist. Walking proof that humanity is not lost.
O L I V I E R O. | Antica Osteria Ponte Sisto, Grazie di tutto.”
He reminded me of Mr. Connery himself.
Romolo and Oliviero, two fine men.
© Melissa Ashley
The most beautiful of minds are those of writers; of the men and women whose pens drip passion on paper. The placing of words in a sentence, the way each letter of the alphabet rings music from the mouth; language in general is a craft I’m fond of. There isn’t anything more graceful, more naked, more real…
This man was sitting on the steps of a bookshop in Largo della Torre Argentina, Rome. The hair atop his head; a cobweb of spiraled thoughts. Pen in hand, a writer always records the most important of ideas, emotions, and memories.
He set off for his dreams well prepared; pen and paper at the ready. | Some people just make me melt.