In the delicate burgundy of your chocolate undulates the discipline of old vineyards and imagined samurais. Among the stern landscape flows this river bearing an almond heart, blinded by the crystalline whiteness of the sun. The snow petals descend upon the hills and brighten the solitary moss. The wind, heavy, twists the stone-stiff branches of vines. On these resilient shoulders of the land, where...
São Jorge, Azores. The (is)land of contemplation. Everything here has its own pace, its very own restrained inner rhythm. If someone tells you that you're five minutes from reaching your goal, don't believe it: multiply that number by another five. Time on this island just stands still. Like the steep hills that always look down on you from one side, indelible giants, Jurassic looking, that...
Hidden in a piece of land called Grave di Stecca in Valdobbiadene, Northen Italy, surrounded by a vineyard, lies a small gem, a XVIII century villa named Barberina. From the road you almost can't see it, but as you approach its gateway the house gives you a glimpse of its magnificence. The big steelwork gate opens and invites you to drive through the gravel...
We woke up to a rainy day. Looking out the window we could almost feel the humidity landing on our skin. Small smoky clouds embraced the hills that laid ahead on the horizon. Everything exulted a blue state of mind. Even my hair, with its own strokes of mood...
Is it possible to be touched by beauty when looking at a rectangular flat table immersed in a shaded ambience? So deeply that your arms get the chills and the hairs on your neck get bristled? I'm at Musée Guimet in Paris, at the temporary exhibition dedicated to one of Japan's iconic figures, Rosanjin Kitaôji, experiencing House of Light, the installation...
Paris. It's unusually hot. Even for July. The sun hits you with fervour and you feel unable to breathe inside every muffled city bus. It's now six o'clock in the afternoon and we're walking towards the watery veins that cut through the bohemian chic body of this iconic city - first Canal Saint-Martin, once constructed under the orders of Napoleon to...
RUSTICO, MINERAL LIKE THE BRIGHT SUN "Golden, persistent and crisp. Endured by three generations of wine producers from Valdobbiadene, in the Venetian region of time-honoured Italy, and protected by the sparkling ice formations of the Dolomites. This is how I envision Nino Franco Rustico: a mineral and sunny treasured Prosecco wine, enlivened by the ancestral fruity flavours of the Glera grapes and...
Most people think of Alentejo as a harsh, rotund desert. Where temperatures rise way above the 40oC on a mid-summer day and the ground itself has nothing to offer except dust and rock solid earth. What they can't see is that this land is one of generosity, one of grandeur in everything that it owns, one that gives all that it...