Despite years of viewing art, a realization grows anew: there are no perforations, no Right or Left
We simply Are, in all our fragility. Together, on a floating ball
Silver-haired couples like teenager couples
Groups of women like the lone man with a backpack
They observe observations Someone made before their existence
The seen and the unseen, the life gurgling inside us.
Cuffed jean, straight leg jean alike
A guard stands in silence, two guards converse
The large man in blue and neon green stripes, a petite woman in millennial pink
People with hands in pocket, hands behind back
And like Shakespeare said, “all the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.”
Nothing more, nothing less
The old, European cities of the world may be lacking bottomless brunches, but they’re bountiful of opulent interiors. So, while you may enjoy mimosas the size of ranch-style homes in America, gold-etched, crown moldings and Rococo are the Europeans cup of tea – and, I can’t say that I hate it. Here, marbled entrances and embroidered chaises delicately whisper, “I’m over-the-top.” While, dazzling chandeliers call your attention without poking out your eyes. That’s because, despite their opulence, European interiors feel subtle.
This, I found to be true in London especially. From Victoria & Albert’s to Harrods, I found that the interiors of this city’s buildings overflow with intricate ceilings and flashy entrances. Alas, I’ve selected my favorite pieces of architectural bacon for you to indulge in American-style.