By ELLEN LEWIS
Yesterday was a horrible day in the USA. Evil descended. Las Vegas happened. In a year already fraught with nature’s destruction and divisive prideful anger, this was darkness at its pinnacle. It seems nearly impossible to soldier on. When one is writing about lingerie on days such as this, the mission seems trite. How does one relate such relentless trauma to the business of underwear? It’s not easy.
It was unusually cool in Cabo yesterday; a blanket of dark clouds coating the sky. I decided to take a long walk in the arid hills behind my house. One might question my decision. Hiking through the desert is not often a first choice destination. This terrain, often perceived as a dry and barren space is, to me, a place of serene beauty. A mix of sun washed color, the landscape transforms after the rainy … Read More
by Marina Rybak
Recently I attended a poetry reading at the Italian Cultural Institute. Giampaolo Seguso is a poet like no other. He is a romantic philosopher, emotionally rooted at the heart of his spirit. He is an artist, a maestro glass blower, who is forging his masterpieces in the furnaces of Murano Island in the middle of the Venetian lagoon.
Not many of us are knowledgeable about professional occupation of our ancestors more than … Read More
