it's interactive. it's modern. it's art.

a piece by some roman artist titled "guil, the blur" on display now at the museum of contemporary art in rome. the macro. check it out.

radman comes to rome

friday. march 17th. 2006.

uhhh...

So yesterday Jennie, Radman and I were walking around the isola tiberina and on the banks of the tiber I kid you not. Was part of a human bone. actually we found more than one. At this point what do we do but freak out take a picture and run away....

un bar troppo trendy

lunch at the es hotel... spremuta? yes. overpriced? yes. amazing? yes.

do over? yes.

bravissimo

The Staatsoper in Wien, Austria. Home of the weinerschnitzel.

After bitching to the concierge about the fact that they lost our tickets to the previous nights' performace of La Traviatta, yours truly, had a sit down with the hotel manager Gabriella Benz. Not only did she offer us (free) box seats to the Coppelia, the ballet playing that night but she also snuck a bottle of red wine in our room while we were at the ballet. Ms. Benz, thank you for your extremely attentive service, Guil is happy.

where's waldo?

So I realize it has been a while since I last posted. Time has been flying by it seems like just yesterday I was still having trouble ordering a bar of soap from the lady at the soap store, oh wait that was yesterday. OK so the italian hasn't caught on as well as I had hoped but I think I've made some significant strides lately...

Basically here is a rundown of what I've been doing for the past two weeks: Studio. Most people think that students studying abroad rarely ever do any work. Well they clearly aren't thinking with us architecture students in mind. Another reason why it's been so long since I've updated is because when I'm not in studio I'm falling in love over and over with this city. It's amazing, I realize my view must be somewhat skewed as I'm living in one of the best piazzas in rome and I don't really have to worry about any of the day to day issues that romans have to deal with. I'm already going through severe cafe withdrawl, just the thought of starbucks gives me the shakes. Prosciutto, Prosecco, Campari, Mozzarella. Why am I leaving?

This is the life.

say cheese, feta that is...

greece. holy shitake... amazing. does my face look fat in this picture?

The Fresh Hotel in Athens.

The freshest thing to happen since the feta cheese stand next door gave way to a whore house (Yes, that is in fact what that little building next door is.

Greeks are so quirky. Ha.

Take a look at the exciting Fresh bathroom, if it were any fresher, towel heaters would have been needed. In Greece?! C'mon now.

John Pawson-esque minimalism at it's best. This is a hotel folks, an afforable(ish) one! The only shame was that we missed the chocolates on our pillow every day because we were in the room napping everytime they knocked on our door. Sad face.




Yassas!