Lens: Minolta AF 50mm f1.4
Camera: NEX-7, ISO100, f22, 1/250, raw
It is unbearably hot here in Rome. News say this is the hottest summer of the last fifty years. They already said that in 2003. And then in 2007. If these heat waves are due to the uncontrolled human activity, as “The Day After Tomorrow” explains so well, than I’m wishing for that sudden ice-age shown in the movie to happen as soon as possible.
My feet firmly refused to get into their socks, this morning, so I wore a pair of sandals. Needless to say, I’ve been told off as soon as I got in the office. It took us years to get rid of the compulsory tie, so I guess I should just be glad and stop complaining. Yet, I find disturbing that women can wear open shoes, even sandals, and short skirts (not mini), and t-shirts, while I must be everyday constricted into long pants, closed shoes, and full-sleeved shirts. It’s forty degrees out there, I would get totally soaked in sweat just by walking from the car to my office, where I would literally freeze due to the air-conditioning running at full-power.
So, I don’t think it’s healthy, and I don’t think it’s smart, so I don’t find it cool, that men must be suited-up in their offices while the city is just a burning Sahara.