La Befana vien di notte Con le scarpe tutte rotte Col vestito da romana Viva, viva la Befana! Long live la Befana! The more you learn...

It’s been quite a few years since I’ve seen these tents. They’re icons of my childhood summers. Every August, we celebrated my...

Week two of social isolation, the week I learned to make pasta e rapini over the phone, was the week I started preparing for ...

I’m not one for long phone calls. As a kid and a teen, though, I remember easily spending two to three hours on the phone after school...

Everyone who has spoken to me over the last few months has had the (pleasure?) of hearing about my master's project. At the beginning of...

On April 16, 2016, I walked into Anna Arcaro’s cluttered-but-clean - in the way it seems only a certain generation of Italian ladies can...

It's pretty hard to write a blog post for a piece that you kind of want to leave self-explanatory, without too many words attached to it....

On May 14, I arrived in Hudson, New York after an 8-hour train ride through the Adirondack region, not realising how much I needed to be...

Balconies is the product of my course on Narrativity and Performance. Working with old photos and a website called imaginary landscapes,...

A few months ago, I sat down with a few of my friends in offices, on couches, and on speakerphone, to talk about home. It started with a...

One Saturday morning, sometime in the late 90s, as I sat in front of the three-foot high stereo sound system in our living room, I began...