Prisca

The Campari Society.

A week working with Frida and the OIIA techno cat.

family time 🔋

Tell me all the ways to stay away

Qui e ora. . . . @scarpa_world ICE days, cascate di ghiaccio dell’Armentarola con @cortina360

Come ogni anno, la serata più bella dell’inverno 🤍

flat white 🤍

December ‘25

Que c’est triste Venise Le soir sur la lagune Quand on cherche une main Que l’on ne vous tend pas Et que l’on ironise Devant le clair de lune Pour tenter d’oublier Ce que l’on ne se dit pas

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Chasing Enrosadira 🌹 Long ago, in the heart of the Dolomites, there lived King Laurin, ruler of a hidden realm beneath the mountains. His pride was a secret garden — a vast field of roses that glowed red and gold under the sun. It was said that no place in the world was more beautiful than Laurin’s Rosengarten, the Garden of Roses. One day, a human prince crossed the mountains and fell in love with Similde, a princess whom Laurin also adored. The prince stole her away, and in a fit of fury, Laurin donned his cloak of invisibility and rode to take revenge. But the men saw the roses move as he passed, and they captured him. Defeated and humiliated, Laurin turned to his beloved garden one last time and spoke a curse: “No one shall ever see my roses again — not by day, nor by night!” Yet in his rage, he forgot the hours between day and night — the twilight. And so, ever since, when the sun rises or sinks behind the peaks, the mountains still blush with the colour of Laurin’s lost roses. That glow — pink, fiery, fleeting — is called the Enrosadira: the eternal memory of love, beauty, and pride turned into light. #enrosadira#dolomites#autumndolomites#leicaq

25/10 first snow ❄️