These days, most of us have more time to ourselves than ever before. In line with the constant ebb and flow of lockdown restrictions, an increasing number of waking minutes are accompanied by screens, and their vices.
Glasses of wine in hands, we were hanging in my student bedroom, talking about beauty. Beauty. A word that has been philosophized about so many times.
I sometimes forget to appreciate the beauty of the body I live in but was reminded recently when I folded my ankle
Isn’t it wonderful how you can find beauty almost anywhere? It can be found within a place, a material piece or in a person.
Stanley Kubrick directed, in 1975, the costume drama Barry Lyndon. Adapted from William Thackeray’s novel, the movie tells the story of the rise and fall of an Irish rogue who, after going to war, marries a rich widow.
There are numerous directions one can go in when exploring the realm of beauty and art. The amounts of literature there is on the connection of the two is unlimited. Philosophers like Aristotle, Hegel, Kant, etc. have been discussing the idea of beauty in art for centuries.
Are you beautiful? Do you consider yourself a beautiful person? How dare I ask that question in this day and age?
When I moved to Europe, I could for the first time experience Christmas in the wintertime. Although it didn’t snow, for the first time I stayed indoors during the celebration, close to a heater and wearing a warm sweater. The most striking part about all that change is that it didn’t feel weird.
Now that you ate all the chocolates in your advent calendar waiting for Christmas day, what would you say about discovering the story of these little boxes you love so much ? Once upon a time in Germany, children were about to celebrate Jesus Christ’s birth.
At the foot of the Alps, in the region that is called Piedmont, lived a little old lady… No, she was not the befana. The befana is the lady who, on Epiphany Eve, on January 5, delivers little presents to the children of Italy.