statues are not quite as passive and stony-eyed as we might like to think. not all of them. not in rome, anyway…
‘go to rome’, they told me back in africa, ‘you’re such a good-looking lion, you’ll get loads of modelling jobs, no problem.’ and look at me now…
is that hideous creature still sitting there staring at us? i don’t know darling, just to be safe, we should just keep pretending like we’re dead…
shouldn’t we perhaps be telling the authorities about all these ancient artifacts we just dug up? nah, just think how great they’ll look if we just plaster them into the wall!
hey boss, are these guys even allowed to land their balloon in piazza del popolo? look, there’s a cop over there, let’s keep out of this and not get involved
wait, you’re like a big-shot movie star, huh? that’s why you’re on that huge poster, huh? look, all i’ve got is these flowers, but i’d really, really like it if you’d…
what? it’s NOT raining. and me in my raincoat and… oh, great, now tourists are even taking pictures of me!
how i hate camera-wielding tourists! i’d really love to flip him the finger. now, if only i had my flip finger left…
why do i keep feeling like i’m being watched today? oh, there’s a guy pointing his camera at me, that’s why!
boys will be boys. or statues
boys will be boys. or predictable
excuse me, mister, um, caesar: could you please tell me which way it is to piazza venezia?
photographs taken springtime in rome’s center.
thanks for eyeing
alessandro