This morning I was thinking about spending more time in the country, and what I might do there, and I was like, archery, maybe? But then I thought, what would be the point of developing a skill with no use whatsoever in the modern world?
Flash-forward, late afternoon, sitting on my bed eating white peaches and Swedish cheddar, flipping through Harper's Bazaar (UK) September issue, when I came across an article about the scene in Rome around the time of La Dolce Vita. Of course, I was instantly rapt, as it was quite the influence over my trip last fall (an email sent back to the States, in reply to a long what-are-you-up-to: "Ciao from Roma, daddy, I'm living it up on Via Veneto like a little movie star!"). And, of course, I was. But some of those stories are gems for another day, perhaps.
Today it's the first graf in the new Harper's that's got me: "Rome's Via Veneto, the early hours of 20 October 1960: 31-year-old Milanese photographer Felice Quinto has had a productive night, having caught actress Anita Ekberg in a clinch with a married film producer. Hopping onto his Moto Guzzi motorbike, he races over to Ekberg's villa. As he approaches, a slew of arrows whooshes down from a window, one glancing his hand. Ekberg then emerges, barefoot, in a black strapless gown, bow in hand."
And that, doves, is how it's done.
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