Alexandra Korey is a staff writer at The Florentine and social media project manager for TF's sister company, Flod, where she specializes in social media for museums and institutions. In her past life, she got a PhD in Renaissance art history from the University of Chicago and a Masters from Syracuse University in Florence - the latter is what convinced her to move to Florence.
When she is not writing for someone else, you can find her at her blog www.arttrav.com, where she's been reporting on art, culture and life in Italy since 2004.
Both the Lorenzo de’ Medici (LdM) and AACUPI sessions held on November 15 in Palazzo Vecchio for Florens 2010 were a reminder of just how much the foreign study abroad community does to give back to the city of Florence. LdM’s lecture focused on empowerment and how this emerging theory can promote cultural […]
I'm not sure what I had expected from the exhibit Portraits and Power at the Strozzina, Palazzo Strozzi's contemporary art space, because it is running in tandem with the Bronzino exhibition upstairs and I (correctly only in part) assumed that it is about how contemporary figures construct powerful
I have a job that any Italy-loving expat would envy. I work for the Tuscan region's social media team. I attend art events and exhibits, write about art in Tuscany, and promote it on a blog and via social media. In our office, Facebook is not blocked, but
Women is an expression of love for the female artists of
Florence's past. Jane Fortune has dug through the archives of the Florentine
museums in search of women's names and their works, which are often in storage
and away from the public eye. We learn that Florence conceals
Last week, Giuliano da Empoli,
superintendent of culture and ‘contemporary-ness' for the city of Florence, published
a document called ‘Florence is the Next Florence: a strategy for contemporary
art and culture in Florence' on the BarCamp website. In the spirit of crowdsourcing,
this is a draft upon
CRASH! The sound of broken glass shatters the silence of the dark, rainy night. My jet-lagged brain takes a moment to process. It’s a Sunday night in January 1999, and I have just fallen asleep in the apartment that I’ve rented over the Internet for