When in naples

Naples is a gorgeous city, full of life, sunshine, and crazy contradictions. Andy Warhol once even wrote that Naples made him think of New York. And I can understand that. There's such a strong vibe made of resilience, pleasure and creativeness in the air, but also that unmistakable feeling of sacrifice. All over. Here's what he said, about his idea on Naples, its beauty and the hectic life of its inhabitants:

There is a line that connects Naples and New York, that line which on the Atlas indicatees the latitude, but much beyond this geographical position, this laisone imaginaire, exists a thread of a close similitude … A city which lives day-to-day a fragmentary tumultuos life, non-stop twenty-four hours always approaching the Apocalypse and yet reviving itself everyday by an obscure force that knows no rule … (Andy Warhol)

L’immagine che Warhol aveva di Napoli, delle sue bellezze e della vita frenetica dei suoi abitanti:

C’è una linea che congiunge Napoli e New York, quella che sull’atlante segna la latitudine, ma ben al di là di questa collocazione geografica, di questa liaison imaginaire, esiste soprattutto il filo di una stretta somiglianza, di una reale affinità… Città che vivono giorno per giorno una vita frammentaria, tumultuosa, no-stop ventiquattro ore su ventiquattro, sempre al limite dell’ apocalisse…

also, happy birthday again my amor. 

ilove my skirts.