As many of you know, yesterday here in Italy we celebrated International Women's Day. And nothing makes me happier than to introduce you to an incredible woman, one of my best friends here in Italy, an amazingly talented artist who was featured yesterday in the inauguration of an art show at none other than Castel Sant'Angelo.
My pal, Eleonora, who is also one of my two "witnesses" for my wedding (in Italy we don't have bridesmaids, so luckily they won't be subjected to horrors like this), is a freelance art director, graphic designer, and artist. One of her most recent projects was art directing and producing all the materials for a show at Castel Sant'Angelo called Baltico/Mediterraneo, which had art from Italian and Finlandian artists. You can see her poster at the castle entrance (she didn't create the artwork but created the graphic "look" of the show):
But the show that was inaugurated yesterday, named by Ele and featuring one of her works, is called "Curve della Mente": Curves of the Mind, or Mind Curves. It's a show with all-women artists, from photography, to painting, to graphic art like Ele's composition. Which, like a proud mom, I made her pose next to:
It reads "All little girls are princesses," and was inspired from a photo of herself from when she was a little princess. The eyes and lips are from the actual photo, and the rest was designed on the computer. Bravissima, Ele... complimenti!
The rest of the art show was interesting as well, but I have to be honest: the castle stole my attention. Every time I visit, it takes my breath away for the beautiful views.
Then, later that evening, in fine Women's Day tradition, I hosted a dinner at my house for six of my closest Italian girlfriends. A Mexican dinner, no less! With Ale unceremoniously kicked out of the house for the evening, over Coronas and tacos, we had lots of good girl talk. At one point the topic of my blog came up, and I started asking them if they had ever seen the hot priests calendar on the Roman newsstands. Almost none of them had! See what happens when you don't have my sick curiosity? Because they didn't believe me, I whipped out the laptop... and lookie lookie, here they are, everyone choosing their favorite..."June is mine! What's March DOING? OOOH, look at October!" A proper trip to the confessional is in order.