Don’t you love it?:

Italy has the richest colors I have ever seen.  Witness:

OK, not quite, but this was fashion back in Roman times, I guess.  Anyway, enjoy.  I always photograph these as practice for humans when they actually cross my path, rarely:

Just peachy:

Come on.  This is one good looking lair:

Like I mentioned before, things are going quite fine, but sometimes I think — I really want to shoot a Vogue cover.  Just one.  In my life, click the shutter and be the one who shoots it.  I love Vogue, even if A Dubs is kinda ruining it and Carine Roitfeld regularly kicks her ass, I continue to love it.

I look at Vogue covers and I get jealous.  I want to be the one who takes the photos and I think I can do better.  Until my day comes when I shoot my Vogue cover, here is a photo of a Vogue cover, from the wonderful Italy:

Things are going rather fine over here, but my mind frequently wanders to Italy.  I am not even looking for a safe place.  Maybe I just need a vacation.  Maybe what happened to me with Italy is what happens to this guy when pretty much anyone passes:

I think a lot of the time that Italy, in the words of Sue MF Sylvester, sunk my battle ship and it sunk it hard.  How could it not, with faces like these:

And this guy has been up here before a bunch of times and everyone knows I love him.  How can you not?:

And with views like this:

Italy, we may be seeing each other again….

OK, I’ll admit it.  I love old things, vintage things and things that just look old but actually aren’t.

Witness:

And this curtain detail was just too hard to resist:

I don’t take a photo unless the people intrigue me and something about this couple just intrigued in an unexpected way: