Capri? Absolutely! From jet to set, whether you’re a shining star or burnt-out – you’re driven by desire, the water’s boiling. Cooking seafood, fresh & in love on a golden beach of hot sand. To help you relax, cool history from two millennia: without any masses to clutter things up, without scrimping, with Marcello. Beauty in the mind needn’t travel. But it may find nice mosaic patterns somewhere between Naples and Africa. So where is the AMEX? In a Maserati. Where has that been parked since last night? In any case, you’re about to spice up all things Italian. Italiano? It’s about time. You pause briefly while riding into the sunset: Our escorts leap up with delight; one shows desire, another one drives. The next left leads to drinks – double income, no kids. Capri, here we come!
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEA MORE?
It’s about having a thirst for life, not being frustrated with life – eating beans in canteens or enjoying sweet beauty … on Serpentine. Wind your way along the Via Krupp with your island goddess. This size of the industry has given Capri these extra tight queues. Picturesque gardens are a delight to your senses as you climb higher. And finally, at the uppermost point – a view that ignites your emotions and leaves you breathless.
Villa Lysis? It’s about physique! The classical residence is reminiscent of Plato’s work on desires. It comes with a dreamlike view complete with elegant style and fate in all ways. You find yourself in the shoes of Jacques d’Adelswärd-Fersen (all three): The baron had socially unacceptable desires with no regrets. Thus in 1905 Fersen builds his world on cliffs – openly isolated.
There, the casual gent calmly heads towards his death in the crashing of the waves. He accelerated things in 1923 with a bit too much cocaine, which finishes the bon vivant off. His lovely garden is reminiscent of the light of his brief existence. Tired, you crawl to the edge of the colossus under the property. At that threshold to death, some of the pain is numbed by the aesthetics of sea and sky – nature and genes urge you to continue and live on.
You trudge on up to the neighbour, Villa Jovis. By Jove! Here, 2000 years ago, Tiberius ruled over Rome’s enormous world empire. On the side, he built his own homes full of splendour, of which there are a dozen on Capri. Villa Jovis is situated on Monte Tiberio at the Eastern tip of the famous island. Near the gods on high, you have a 300-meter drop to the wet depths of Neptune. We advise against the temptation of base-jumping from Tiberius. By his grace and “fallen” from the heights, some of the rock faces are ground away.
Your body, on the other hand, will have a very nice time at “Tiberio Palace”. Just a few steps from the Piazzetta, elegant exile beckons – there, you can create your own cocoon on Capri of luxury with escorts. Cap Rich?
There’s nothing alike at the Palace which unfortunately or conveniently prevents you from going astray in the room. Psychedelic mosaic patterns captivate you at the pool. Influences from Ancient Rome merge in baths and imagery.
Tiberius moves to Capri in 27 AD – away from Tiber (the Romans are crazy!), but not too far. On the island, this number one main man uses hot ancient versions of Laserlink. From his home office, he communicates with the Eternal City using fire from a signal tower. Caesar retreats into his own eternity on the mainland on 16 March 37. End of the message! On that date, Capri is hit by an earthquake and the sturdy signal tower crumbles. Clearly, it would have been preferable if it had remained standing after the shake instead of collapsing.
From an impressive 335 meters above sea level, you can stroll down 60 meters with one or two companions. Anacapri is a small community of at least 7000 people (not including those of the emperor). The next town has the same name as the island and twice the number of inhabitants. The mayors occasionally quarrel; however, without weapons, as they are cousins. Don Ana and Caprone like to argue about the senselessness and sense of having a lot of tourists. They may agree on one thing – mafia? In the neighbouring town!
SEA: WATER, LESS PEOPLE
A lot of loud people? Escape with your smouldering escort onto a private Boat. It comes complete with a driver. This will enable you to glide in comfort to the great wonder of the Blue Grotto. But there, you find the masses again! The Via dei Faraglioni extends into relative remoteness mirroring the sea. A Faraglioni (singular!) beckons as a towering rock close to the beach. This way, you can impress your young escort without any risk – by frolicking (in the water!). Isn’t it too cold? Then Aquaman can pluck a little flower from the cliff and slide it between the lady’s teeth. Old school!
After such heroic deeds, whoever wants to can recharge at the barbeque in La Fontelina. The clever bar-restaurant combo with sand floats on the water. Too close to the Faraglioni, you’ll see a pretty mushroom forest growing out of plateaus. There, you’ll warn your striking escort of falling cliff debris (cf. Signal Tower). Better to have the next sangria at a safe hotel? You can always go to a room.
At Villa Verde (Via Sella Orta), you’ll feast more lavishly than at the shore. With a little bad luck, no stranger will sit down at the next table. Don’t touch – Star bites! He wants to eat, not act. Nasty tourists taking photos see that differently. So Daniel, as Papa Razzia disassembles the annoying Nikons with fisheye. We’ll pick tele-splitters out of our fabulous shrimp; otherwise, it’ll be crunchy to chew.
The lunch at Da Paolino underneath lush citrus plants will be better. Delicious lime sauce will make our ravioli exquisite. A ladle later, we’ll spend money in the Via Camerelle without remorse. The old stuff is missing. And why buy clothes designed in Italy at home, in a dull foreign country? They’re much more expensive locally, thanks to the dazzling celebrity surcharge. Luxury? Escorts you!
Then you’ll also grab the last pair of sinful Capri slippers from Fiona’s Bodyguard; handmade, of course, from Ruocco. And now a cold lime with Simone! But where is the best sorbet to be had on the island? Perhaps we’ll check in to “quisisana.com” for a lick. That serene establishment is located in its own gardens and looks out over the Mediterranean.
If you like white & blue without wanting Bavaria, go to JK Place . The maritime theme extends to pillows for snuggling. The reception will arrange the maritime transfer on a private boat. Does it pain the connoisseur a lot to see those common antics? Then off to “Caesar Augustus” in Anacapri on Monte Solaro! There you’ll have an outlook and divine tranquillity not too far from downtown, like old Tiberius in island bliss – only 3 days to Rome by express galley (4 for pirates or worn-out slaves).
Augustus on the other hand fell fatally ill with the bowels on Capri in 14 AD; that won’t happen to you thanks to splendid five-star dining. So many make a fuss on the island over “Augustus” (lat.: exalted). Even two raging mayors are no substitute for a dead Caesar. Instead, some of the old celebs are still breathing shallowly.
READY, JET-SET, GO!
Hoffman, Loriot, Mastroianni, Julia Roberts, Stewart (Kristen, not James), Valentino & Co.; many more famous and fatal people came or come to the island. It all changed during the century of Hollywood and World War. Since the Second war, stars have increasingly hopped around the globe. Celebrities often stay on Capri rather than “on set” or in jail. There it builds its Villa Konter in a colourful way: diverse technology against tourrorists! Location on the slope ditto: If you’re lucky, fans will fall off the cliff and take photographers with them (cf., Tiberius). In addition, a gentle climb from the helipad to the front door will help digestion (cf. Augustus).
That’s how the Lorens, D&G, the Swarovskis, and Karl-Heinz live “more blatantly”. Albert II and Armani, Carey, and Cruise; or Caroline of Monaco’s Grace also enjoy lounging around in their villas or on their yachts. Garbo and Taylor, Kirk (Douglas, not Captain) or Ford (Harrison, not Henry) – all of them show up on Capri, at least as legends. Bardot cut trousers which were too long here with a short hand for her film. Voilà, the Capri trousers turned into a fashion bomb! Much later, Muti and Moore arrive (Demi, not Roger; he dives off Sardinia as a neighbouring island in ’76, sitting in a Lotus with the Bach).
Beautiful or rich? Who’s what? To add class to the island, it’s enough to have Gates or Campbell (Naomi, not the food from the can). Money makes sweet, sweet makes money! Luxury with escorts? Makes happy!
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