When still in Milan, the womanizer D and the womanchaser N, gazing somewhat gaily into each others' eyes:
In NYC. The Japan society shows me what being a developed nation is all about:
While Korea teaches me once more what chicken is really for:
Back in Italy. Rome. A random selection of images from my Hub-wanderings:
And of course, the apex of it all. The End of the World Party. When Fellini turned in his grave making a heavy noise. The lovely host (one of two, although the second one was too busy playing ping pong all night, so no good pictures were taken by this camera):
And the three ladies that made the party perfect for just being there:
4 comments:
1) To me it looks like D is about to punch N in the face!
2) That tractor looks like one my grandfather used to have. I hope you were not wearing inappropriate articles of clothing when using it. Those things are dangerous.
3) Has Fellini been exhumed and re-interred under the 280sqm terrace? Symbolically, I mean.
nothing short of the three graces.
always good to have one's picture taken early on in the night...
Lovely new frock, Lady V! It suits you.
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