

All I heard was the music of Nino Rota pouring out of the fountain.


All I heard was the music of Nino Rota pouring out of the fountain.
Piazza di Navona, Fontana del Moro — The site got attacked while I was in Roma by a hooded vandal who decapitated 2 small sculptures from the one of the two smaller fountains that bookends this beauty. I had seen so many films shot here than when I arrived, it was big gasping moment.
The Wedding Cake — Altare della Patria completed in 1935, a baby building in the skyline of the city. This is one of the main hubs of the city — Piazza Venezia, Roma.






First moments in Roma — This is precisely how I heard music with every step I took. And as I wandered into the dusk, Roma opened her arms to me. I never felt the physical pull of a city so intensely before. I had just come home for the first time.


Waiting for a caffé lungo at a typical Italian bar. Morning, Formia — straight out of the ferry on my way to Roma.

First day back in New Vague City and I found myself in the basement of Milk Studios at this underground function: Our Mountain dished out a captivating show. Bravo.

1/4th of Our Mountain.

Reunion with Andy & Fra, little wet but very sharp.

Bassist Hannah Moorhead, film editor Francesca Mor and visual artist Melinda Tupling, missing in action somewhere KiNo representative Chelsea Dwinell mark my arrival back in the city, joyfully.
Leaving the Island at daybreak, Ponza. Off to Roma via Formia.
Always at work — Writing for Live! after some audio field recording and scouting locations in Ponza.