14 bus-stop ‘SVEVO’: from Bronx to Coney Island
Bologna - Italy
#brunori #igersbologna #bologna #live (Taken with instagram)
Somethings About A Car Design and New Car 2011 in My Blog Here
14 bus-stop ‘SVEVO’: from Bronx to Coney Island
Bologna - Italy
#brunori #igersbologna #bologna #live (Taken with instagram)
Heaven
Nosferatu in Piazza Maggiore (Bologna)
Bologna rossa. 1996.
Bear with me. I’ve just done Roma and back in a weekend, including a very late night last night. Read this, and then with grace please just diagnose, “Overtired”…
Today I’m cream crackered. And my efforts in trying to be Italian have reached a little hurdle. I’ve spent my weekend around Italians, who are lovely, but the conversation I am able to make with them is on a par with the conversation we made with my Grandma Maud in the last years of visiting her in an old peoples home.
I like Italian people. I like how they look, how they sound, how they are with each other. This weekend was really lovely, (will fill you in more when I’m less jaded from the journey), but I really felt like an outsider. The Italian women were poised, elegant, dark and slim. I was sweaty, burnt, and considerably rounder, (what is the pizza doing to me that it doesn’t to them??)
Right now I’d like some English people that I can chat with more content about stuff that isn’t a comparison of our countries’ climates, (I always come off worse). And I’d also like my running shoes. I’m feeling increasingly lumpy and uncooth around all of these mediterrainian lovelies. At least by the time I’m back in England I’ll have my tan to compensate for the twenty pounds of mozarella I’ll be coming back with, (sadly not in my luggage).
I think I’m also feeling a bit single, (all the glamourous Italian couples, you see), and a bit unsettled with a little sense of unanchored-ness as I plan my return.
In regards to my reading list, I finished Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger. Quite different to The Time Traveller’s Wife. As unexpected a storyline but definitely darker content. Would I recommend it? It’s definitely a good gripping read, but it has left me feeling unnerved. I think all in all I need a day of vegging in the sun. Which is handy, as last time I checked that’s what Italy had in store for me.
Oh, and I’m learning increasingly that Italian people like to talk about private parts A LOT. Even more than English teenage boys.
this is #bologna #igersbologna #polaroid (Taken with instagram)
L’invulnerabile #funny #bologna #igersbologna (Taken with instagram)
oggi c’è poco poco sole.
“This is out rocket ship. Where are we going?”
“To the moon.”
“Look! Aliens! They run the bologna business on earth.”
“Really?”
“Okay, we’re here. We’re on the moon.”
And then she kissed me.
Can you say “best first kiss ever”?
Hot by Bordersite on Flickr.
Iron Maiden #7 by Bordersite on Flickr.
Hot by Bordersite on Flickr.
Nosferatu in Piazza Maggiore (Bologna)
currently spinnin’
currently pinnin’… out.
Buon (Good M…) #MARS in #Bologna #Italia (Taken with Instagram at @30secondstomars @jaredleto @shannonleto @tomofromearth)
Bologna rossa. 1996.
Bologna rossa. 1996.
Buon (Good M…) #MARS in #Bologna #Italia (Taken with Instagram at @30secondstomars @jaredleto @shannonleto @tomofromearth)
Heaven
I didn’t realize as a kid that fried bologna sandwiches for Thanksgiving made me white trash till I invited a kid over and he called us all white trash.
Bologna: Porticos fo dayyyzz
see? rude.
Last Days
This song is something amazing.
16.06.11
Pruebas con After Effects. Grabado en Bolonia (Octubre 2010) con teléfono móvil. Música: drones hechos con Audiocity y el audio del móvil.
Test with After Effects. Shot in Bologna (October 2010) on mobile phone. Music: Drones made with Audiocity and mobile audio.
I hate this one! #graffitis from #bologna (Taken with Instagram at Bologna)
I totally forgot my craving for Spaghetti Bolognese when I saw the magnificent churches in Bologna including the Basilica of San Petronio, Santa Maria dei Servi Basilica and Sanctuary of the Madonna of San Luca. After reaching the top of the Towers of Bologna, I realized I was hungry when I saw the numerous restaurants in the plaza.
My bologna has a first name its O-s-c-a-r
My bologna has a second name its M-a-y-e-r
Oh, I love to eat it everyday and if you ask me why I’ll say..;
‘Cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B-o-l-o-g-n-a.
Io e Francesca venerdì sera andremo insieme a Bologna per vedere Santoro al parco di Villa Angeletti, insieme a Vauro, Travaglio, Dandini e Dario Fo, poi dormiremo abbracciati e sabato mattina alle 10:00 adremo a vedere la nostra (si spera) futura casa :3 Mangeremo uno stick al maracuja e berremo un caffè freddo shekerato al Caffè degli Orefici, e poi faremo un giro al mercatone dove compreremo delle magliette con su Marx, Che Guevara, Mao, Lenin e Stalin che festeggiano e la scritta “Communism is a Party”.
Ditemi se non è il weekend più bello del mondo.
15 minuti di lacrime by gabriele chiapparini on Flickr.
#biografilm #festival #bologna (Taken with Instagram at Via Mascarella, Bologna)
PANINI FEVER!!!!!
(errdayy)
shoutout to bottega on oberdan that provides me m’goods
smaller shoutout to bread store that provides me some more goods
I hate bologna too, bb!