The arts of Venice
(One week—seven days—to Island of the Mad…)
my time-table was fairly set: the chronology of the series has reached June, 1925, and unless I decided to skip some time, that’s when it would take place. Of course, summers in Venice are a mixed blessing. The humidity is…considerable. But in the Twenties, humidity or no, Venice was THE place for the gilded set to summer,
The only thing I couldn’t work in—and I tell you, I was tempted—was the Biennale. Every two years since 1895, the city has hosted the world’s art, and artists. When I was there last year, Biennale was just about to open up, and all the artistic sorts of Europe were coming in.
Beautiful young men in skinny-leg jeans lounged and smoked and called Darling! to each other across the lanes and cafés. Women with sleek haircuts and sleeker dresses ushered their pet artists around and suggested deals.
It felt as if the Twenties were just around the corner…