Caterina Biondi

N16 gal is back

I feel I always end up saying the same things. The more I get this chance of living in London the more I feel deep in my bones how blessed I am. I am so grateful of all the people who believe in me. Living in London means to live in an energetic, exhilarating centre of creation. This creation doesn’t always have a good impact on people, but what’s certain is that London’s parts and people are always moving, changing, transforming. I love being part of this tornado. Sometime it feels overwhelming (you can lose the grip and get carried away), sometimes it’s invigorating: moving with it- like a surfer finding the balance on that wave (not really sure if the physics of surfing really works this way). In the last years, I met people from all over the world and backgrounds, I exchanged recipes and stories. I was on movie sets and had the privilege of becoming someone else for one or a few days, and meeting other people weirdly dressed like me (I honestly think being a Supporting Artist is the weirdest kind of experiment). I had the chance of exploring my passions, of believing in them and found crazy people who are doing the same: other creatives and real communities (not only online, but in person, like real-life humans!!). I shared and built households with people, I learned and re-learned how to live in community. I especially learned how to navigate London - many many cultures all together - how to learn about them, how to be respectful (and still learning). I listened to music, went to parties, replenished my soul in jam sessions. I had the privilege of seeing artists starting from London and taking over the world. I have been in the small rooms they made feel like parties: speaking, making dance and turning a multitude into one soul. I worked in restaurants, and cafes, discovered how we dehumanise people who are giving us services and how much we take service for granted. On the other side, I also saw businesses and food becoming community, people showing up every day at the same place, learning names, learning stories, exchanging anecdotes, saying “how are you” and meaning it. Ok, stream of consciousness ended. Have a nice Sunday, God bless xx

wow, this last year was chaotic, exciting, heartbreaking, full of hope, incredibly eye-opening and so so so long. Thanks to all the people who animated this 2025✨ (in and outside of the pictures) 0. All set… 1. Just a regular day at the @estorickcollection 2. Sevilla + my sister = lovely bday in the 🌞 3. Bday drinks with my favs 4. A masterclass I won’t forget for a good while 5. How me & Emmanuel hanging out looks like 6. Catching up🐥 7. Favourite sister 8. My Radical Joy gig 9. Actual radical joy in one pic personified by my source of joy: Reyhan and Anais 10. Dancing Queens 11. Half year card reading session 12. First bikini pic I’ve ever posted (ft. Flaski) 13. Not so good picture of my favourite event of the year (❤️❤️❤️) 14. Malvi & I, drunk together again 15. Marketing Team before my resignation 16. Cutting my hair without a life crisis (I think?) 17. Peach Cobbler joy 18. When I learned to listen to Ana when she tells me to go see the fireworks 19. 🍦

some old notes, because what’s best than reflecting a bit, crying a bit and…moving on¿

every once in a while I remember I’ve been wanting to post this. usually at the wrong time of the day. Here I am, again, and…oh well, I’m posting this time. The right side of vanishing is something I wrote way back in 2023, when I was thinking about the rights and wrongs of ghosting. With this story I also started exploring the male pov. I loooove writing feminist short stories and I’m particularly fascinated by the role men can play in them. I always try to create multi dimensional male characters, that don’t alienate the male audience. I hope men can relate to these characters; find the affinity, the differences, the nuances that hopefully will make them think about or even question the world/system we live in. hopefully I will master this challenge one day, if not, I hope at least my stories we’ll be appreciated by all the amazing women I know and don’t know. love xx

7am blessed and awake

she believes in something

My mum and her small torta di riso needed to be captured🌷🌷

apparently, I’m one of those tourists in Oxford thanks to @yomi.folaranmi for working a miracle, never been so photogenic in my life

that time when the Italian, the Turkish and the Mexican met in Cala Llevado some of the pics from @itssifa___

so uninspired I’m posting this as if I haven’t been back for weeks already Last pic is: I got angry at Lewis because he started rolling a cigarette BEFORE breakfast. He was more excited about cheap tobacco than Italian croissants. Honestly unforgivable. He actually ate the croissant before smoking in the end…😇💗

now I understand why Beatles said “sun sun sun here we come”