Before Leonardo DiCaprio, there was Leonardo Da Vinci. He was then and now even more swoon-worthy than the former. Everyone… Read more Leo’s Crib
Before Leonardo DiCaprio, there was Leonardo Da Vinci. He was then and now even more swoon-worthy than the former. Everyone… Read more Leo’s Crib
I have a predilection for coffee. In the morning, pre-afternoon, afternoon, pre-evening and night. I found it easy to get… Read more Macchinetta Overload
Mary-Ellen Galeo had been going to her surgeon since 1985. He often joked about giving her free services after her… Read more Plastic Dinner
The Roma were always working. From the outside looking in, it appeared as though they weren’t doing anything–mere beggars taking… Read more La Sicurezza della Famiglia
I don’t remember the last time I went to Fontana di Trevi. It was some year long before it had been massively… Read more Sono Sylvia (Nella Mia Mente)
She knew it was coming. The separation between them had been discussed many months in advance, and Adriana was prepared… Read more Ripped Apart By Lyon
Barely a week has passed since my migration to Italy from France. I make my way down to Rome at… Read more You Can’t Walk A Kilometer in My Supergas
There is a commonly held historical view of Wall Street’s infancy. Before the stock brokers and the finance guys and… Read more The Myth of de Waal Straat
Even though it should feel frigid at this time of year, it does not. I take it as an omen… Read more Outcasts Always Mourn
I get into the cab after arriving at Porta Garibaldi in Milan under the misguided impression that my driver will… Read more I’m Neapolitan, Bitch