As it was and as it will be.

Rome. I still can’t get this place out of my head. I want to live in its  architecture, eat its food every day, have its language roll effortlessly off my tongue, wear its intricately tailored garments, travel its little back-roads by chariot and marry a few of it’s ridiculously handsome and charming sons.

I know this is weird, but I’ve always pictured Italy in grayscale. Blame it on my love for the rawness of Italian neo-realism film, romance and a tendency to process photographs through Adobe Lightroom more than I probably should. Thus, with my camera lens and imagination, I’ve chosen to remember Italy the same way I always dreamed it to be. Except this time, it was real :)