There is that scene at the end of the last episode of the third season of the Sopranos where Junior sings “Core ‘ngrato” at Jackie Aprile’s funeral party. It’s a beautiful scene. Perfect, even. One époque is coming to an end, all kind of mess is coming up in the next season, and then there is … More 33 – Catarì, Catarì…
This is the last one. I promise. This shall be the last post about London. I will keep updating the photographic content for as long as I stay here (not long now), if I manage to take any decent pictures, but I solemnly swear I will not rant any further. Mind you, I don’t regret … More 28 – Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
Mid-afternoon of an otherwise sleepy day in the office, if it wasn’t for the fact that our desk looks a ZOO. Actually this is probably not the best comparison, our desk resembles a ZOO on most days, but today is extreme. People jump around and shout (in delight I think), and clap, and produce all … More 24 – Misfit(s)
I understand it may seem a bit disrespectful to name this entry with a quote from that song, but on the other hand, I guess it’s even more disrespectful to prosecute a man who’d helped winning WWII for “gross indecency”, so in this perspective, Amanda Lear is a great choice. And I mean, just watch it. … More 21 -To me, you are an Enigma
This is just a short photo story to accompany several shots that I am rather fond of. Because, regardless my relationship with it, London occasionally has its moments. 7.00 am – Sunrise over Canary Wharf. This would be the view from my office window. Not that I get the chance to admire it too often. … More 20 – A winter day around Liverpool Street station
I was about to write something beautiful. Relaxed, and light, and funny. I spent the weekend randomly attempting the Juliette’s aria, going on about how I want to live in this intoxicating dream for one more day, but just as she correctly asserts in the very same piece, the thrill only lasts a day. And … More 18 – A Design for life
A sunny saturday in London. In January. Temperature hovers just above zero, but the humid air makes me shiver more than -30C in Lapland last year. Nevertheless, the locals cycle around me in shorts and light summer jerseys, I’ve even seen a couple of guys in flip-flops. Must have been New Zealanders, they seem to have … More 15 – That’s the way it goes
I don’t really have anything deep to share with my readers to be honest, and no half-decent pictures this time, because I haven’t really been out with the camera purposely to take photos, but it’s been two weeks since I posted something and I guess I just miss writing. But I’ve had an interesting weekend. Well, … More 8 – Le temps fuit et sans retour emporte nos tendresses
I was strongly tempted to call this post “Greetings from Shitville”, to carry on the professing of my undying love for this, well, exactly what The Wildhearts so eloquently call it, but the song actually only refers to Hampstead, while my feelings are far more ecumenical. So instead (I am sure some of you actually already … More 7 – London Bye Ta Ta
London. I am sure I have already made clear my complicated relationship of love and hatred with London. Actually, to be quite precise, I think I just stated that I hate it. Which is mostly true, especially for the individuals that inhabit London. OK, I don’t hate anyone, really, I just strongly dislike most Londoners, … More 6 – Stories from the City…
Kacenka on the road 