Electra : galerie

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.

Gold leaf everywhere and the ensemble hasn't touched their strings yet. I wore something that catches light the same way this room does. Want a closer look?

Saturdays are for putting things exactly where I want them. He showed up without being told — good instinct. Think you'd know when to arrive?

Four courses of Strauss and just enough wine to make me slip outside where the Prater lights turn everything a little less respectable. One strap had opinions of its own. Want to hear the rest?

Jazz at the market and the saxophonist keeps glancing over like he's playing for me. He's not wrong about the audience — he's just wrong about who's conducting. Want to know what I'd make him play?