Remember a few posts back when I posted pix of my hyacinth bulbs breaking out of their bulbs?
Well, eccole! Here they are. Ready for their close-ups.







Remember a few posts back when I posted pix of my hyacinth bulbs breaking out of their bulbs?
Well, eccole! Here they are. Ready for their close-ups.







And some of these men aren’t bad either!
In this beautiful room, the Sala Bianca at the Palazzo Pitti, important fashion shows were held in the 1950s. Florence’s leading role in the world of haute couture arguably begins in this room.

The Pitti is currently hosting a fascinating exhibition of black and white photographs from the Archio Foto Locchi. The photographs chronicle the fashion moments that transpired in the Bianca.

The Duke of Windsor, like many fellow Brits, enjoyed visiting Italy and shopping in Florence. He looks the part of a fashionable dandy as he strolls down the Via dei Tornabuoni.


Florence itself is much featured in the photographs, serving as a breathtaking backdrop for the fashion shots.



The swimsuit model below sits on gravel in the Boboli Gardens. Not very comfortable, I should imagine, but pretty great as a setting!



In the photo below, you can see the magnificent Sala Bianca in all its glory.





In the photo below we are in the early 1960s. My mother dressed like this.

Below we are in the late 60s.

Below, we are in the 1970s.

Back to the 50s below.

The Boboli featured again.

A glimpse of the exhibition.

Updated 9 Feb 2017 with the following
Alas, it was only in photos, but still. She was always the best.
Hyacinth bulbs never let me down!






You may love him, or you may hate him, but I promise that you will learn new things!
The title of the video is all wrong imho. It is an idiosyncratic and very amusing look at Florence, with only some attention given to the last figure of the Medici dynasty.
You’ll need some time, but it is well worth it.

Bella Firenze!
From the crest of a grassy hill, Michelangelo could see Florence: a glittering mosaic of white, yellow, and orange buildings, divided by the snaking Arno River, and topped by the soaring terracotta dome of Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral. The tallest unbuttressed dome in the world, it seemed as though God himself were pulling the cupola up toward heaven. Florentines loved Il Duomo. Those who were gone too long often reported having such a desire to stand under the cupola again that they suffered severe fevers and hallucinations. After an interminable four years away, Michelangelo had such a longing to feel Il Duomo’s shadow on his face that his skin flushed and his heart thundered. The disease of the Dome was upon him.
Storey, Stephanie (2016-03-01). Oil and Marble: A Novel of Leonardo and Michelangelo (p. 35). Arcade Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Florence from San Miniato al Monte
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