There can be few more iconic scenes in world cinema than Anita Ekberg’s plunge into the Trevi Fountain – and few more beautiful images than Ekberg eyes closed, head thrown back as Marcello Mastroianni traces her features in the air. Apparently the sequence was shot on a cold March night and Ekberg stood for hours without a complaint. But Mastroianni had to wear a wetsuit and consume a bottle of vodka before he could do the scene.
And talk about serendipity, as today’s update our friends at Italian Notebook have posted a lovely photo essay on the Trevi Fountain.
And – how’s this for a tie in – the La Dolce Vita fridge magnet will be on its way shortly to our blog buddy and brilliant cartoonist Speck. All of the comments gave “good” explanations and a few were actually logical but I think hers was the one I’d use to explain it to that hot leather number Jeff was talking about.
There is a danger that said farts could be ignited by smoking materials and cause an explosion.
So, if you don’t have any punctuation marks with digestive difficulties around, fire up a nice cigar.
And Sling would a lovely “My Mom went to the Vatican and all she got me was a Papal Blessing!” ashtray do instead?