Galeria de Electra

All that vintage horsepower this morning and I came home thinking about my own favorite engine. Gave it the same careful maintenance. Want to hear it run?

The bass from Praterbrücke followed me home and settled somewhere it has no business being. Care to guess where this one landed?

Sixty years old and not a single line out of place. I've always had a weakness for things that age well. Tell me you see the resemblance.

Neustift Kirtag opened tonight and I found a wine stall with a corner that's still mine. This thin summer dress has no secrets left in festival light — want to come claim the spot next to me?

A Heuriger in the hills above the city and nobody down there knows I'm here. The wine is local, the shade is scarce, and this blouse has given up on the top button entirely. Want to come up and share the view?

Afrika Tage opened on Donauinsel and I came down early before the crowds turn it into a parade of bad decisions. The music hasn't started yet but the heat already has opinions about this dress. Stay close — I don't like waiting alone.

Twenty minutes of my board arguing over a number I'd already decided. I stepped out here with my coffee and let them figure it out without me. The view's better without consensus — care to join?

New listing I'm previewing before the buyer arrives — I always walk a space alone first. The light through these windows has opinions about what I'm wearing. Want to hear them?

Barbara Pflaum photographed this city like she already owned every frame. I'm standing in MAK recognizing the instinct — and wearing something that does the same thing to this room. Care to see what the light does to it?

The Kultursommer stages are going up in Waldmüllerpark and nobody's here yet to claim them. I like the city best before it remembers it has an audience. Walking through in nothing but a silk robe and bad intentions — tell me you'd look away.