Author: Elisa Rovesta

The conversation has been going on for eight months. They text each other every day. They have watched three TV series together, visited two exhibitions,

She was born in Bucharest in 1914, the daughter of an industrialist. At eight years old, she asked her nanny to take her to the

For centuries, marriage was a family affair. Not a matter of the heart. It was about wealth, alliances, social stability. Feelings, if they came at

In Mantua, at Palazzo Te, from June 3 to June 7, an exhibition is dedicated to Tazio Nuvolari. There is no need to explain that

Marlene Dietrich is nearly thirty when she arrives in Hollywood from Berlin, with The Blue Angel on her résumé, black tights, and an Austrian director

There is a place, in early twentieth-century Paris, where modernism is not exhibited: it is tested, like a still unstable prototype. It does not emerge

There was a moment when a before and after were decided. One second before, salvation was still possible. One second after, it was already too

Tuesday evening, 10:37 p.m. The laptop snaps shut after a day of back-to-back meetings and the phone immediately lights up. Not to unwind — to

On August 7, 1974, at 7:15 in the morning, Manhattan wakes up as it always does. The noise of traffic beginning to rise from the

We’ve all met them. Women, men, it doesn’t matter: the “it’s practically over” type knows no gender, age, or geography. For convenience, I’ll use the