Cortes and Hancock Expedition to the Italian Peninsula and Beyond: Chapter 3
I know what you're thinking: BAD BLOGGER...I'll try and make up for lost time.
Here is the third installment, from the romantic city of Florence, which, during the summer, turns into Disneyland for drunken American frat boys. So, naturally, the Florentines take it out on every foreigner they meet. Such a welcoming lot...
Ponte Vecchio, which is, like, a totally rad place to urinate when you've pounded some brews.
The Romanelli Room, in the same building (ex-Chiesa dell'Arcangelo Raffaele) where I trained to paint (Charles H. Cecil Studios). It's pretty amazing, but belongs to the landlords and hasn't much to do with the school.
I love that there is some old statuary out there that isn't skinny, pretty boys and girls frolicking in the goddamn woods. This is a dwarf from court of Cosimo I in the mid-1500s, nicknamed Morgante, which sits at the entrance of the Boboli Gardens.
The statue in the niche at the end of the road is a recent commission completed by my former sculpture teacher, Jason Arkles, for the Anglican church of St. Mark's in Florence. The green car is a bonus.
Surrealist bicycles are not very practical for navigating the streets of Florence.

























