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dozydawn · 6 months

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#capodimonte #porcelain

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neapolis-neapolis · 1 year

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Gli Spagnoli a Napoli - Il Rinascimento meridionale (13 marzo - 25 giugno 2023), Museo Nazionale di Capodimonte, Napoli.

#art exhibition #napoli #naples #art history #art #capodimonte #italian renaissance #spanish art #16th century

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wildbeautifuldamned · 2 months

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Antique 19th c Ferdinand Factory NAPLES Capodimonte Beggar Porcelain Figurine EBAY CharmingVintage

#porcelain #capodimonte #gilt #sculpture #beggar

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mypepemateosus · 7 months

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#Capodimonte #Nápoles #Italia.

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scottishsquirrel · 8 months

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Raffaello Sanzio 1483-1520

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Museo e Real Bosco di Capodimonte, Napoli

#raffaello #capodimonte #italian drawings

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magnificartandhumanities · 7 days

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Flagellazione di Cristo

Dipinto di Michelangelo Merisi, Caravaggio, realizzato tra il 1607 e il 1608.

Luogo: Museo di Capodimonte (NA).

#arte #italia #art #campania #artedigital #religione #religion #storia #this is arte #museo #capodimonte #cristo #passione

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ross-nekochan · 1 year

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Capodimonte Museum - Naples, Italy

#Capodimonte #Real Sito di Caodimonte #Museo di Capodimonte #Napoli #Naples #Luca Giordano #Mattia Preti #Pietro Novelli #art #art history #18th century #paintings #pittura #scultura #Regno di Napoli

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prettyvintagehouse · 2 months

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#vintage #pretty #floral #etsy #home decor #roses #teapot #vase #urn #Capodimonte #display #collectibles #cabinet china #porcelain #chintz #replacement

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jeffiga · 1 year

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Chissà se ogni tanto mi pensi anche tu.

#pensieri #capodimonte #Rocca

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travelingue · 11 months

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Naples (6): Elevation

The story so far: on the morning of our last full day in Naples we found the genteel part. And we began to suspect that the nicest bits were on the hills, looking down on the grimy centre.

As we boarded a bus climbing up to Capodimonte, home to Naples' main art museum, I flashed Lesley's phone at the driver who waved us through before I could conjure up both e-passes.

This relaxed attitude provoked the ire of a woman sitting at the front.

Throughout our 20-minute journey she harangued the driver while glaring at us. You didn't need to understand Italian to get her drift: fare dodgers were an insult to regular users and bleeding the transit system dry.

The driver occasionally responded with sighs of impotent sympathy: "Lo so, lo so..." All the while, people were getting on and off freely. For all we knew, the only fare-paying passengers on board were that bitching woman and us.

As we alighted at the top of the hill, she said in English: "For the return, make sure you buy a ticket at that shop over there."

The gardens of Capodimonte Palace confirmed our hypothesis about the correlation between elevation and refinement in this city.

The museum cafeteria was located in the grand courtyard. Sparse attendance, swift service, tasty food: our lunch experience had everything the Museo archeologico had failed to provide a day earlier.

The gallery itself is fabulous.

The women in various states of rapture (such as Titian's Magdalene and Botticelli's Madonna below, left and centre) are so over the top that an atheist may wonder if the artist is taking the piss.

I am certain, however, about the pout of scepticism Raphael put on God's face as He crowns His son (above right).

We were looking forward to admiring The Flagellation of Christ by Caravaggio – painted as he passed through Naples while running away from murder charges. I asked the staff where I could see it.

"At the Louvre," the man said. "It's on loan until December." "Are you telling me," I thundered, "that I flew across Europe to see a painting that has been shipped to my native city?" "Le mie scuse signore."

I quickly checked the Louvre's website. In "a dialogue between the masterpieces of the two museums", the French were getting their hand on not just on Capodimonte's Caravaggio, but also dozens of pieces by Michelangelo, Titian, etc.

Dialogue? I call that a plunder of Napoleonic proportions which, from my point of view, was no less invidious for being temporary.

"Lo so, lo so," The man sighed in impotent sympathy.

Our afternoon to the museum, however, was far from wasted. Among the marvels on display was the piece at the top of this post: Scuole diverse ("Different Schools", 1890) by one Augusto Moriani.

Another underrated local genius, Achille d'Orsi, crafted this 1877 sculpture of two men asleep on a park bench. I find the title, Il Parassiti, refreshingly brutal. Nowadays it might be marketed as "Helpless victims of neoliberalism".

On our final evening we decided to explore another hill. We made our way to the funicolare we had spotted that morning.

The ride itself was disappointing: you can't see anything as the carriage rattles through tunnels.

Once we got to the top, though, the Vomero district bore out my altitude theory of desirability.

We wandered through opulent streets. A few tasteful streamers overhead quietly honoured the Napoli football club, which had just won the Serie A - nothing like the garish bunting and images of Saint Maradona that were ubiquitous downtown.

From the medieval fortress of Sant'Elmo you had a clear view of Mount Vesuvius.

We knew there must have been at least one area in Naples where people hung out, a place where you could dine on something else than good pizza and drink wine. We were happy to have found Vomero on our final night.

We returned to our hotel by metro. The escalator at Duomo station was down. We had memorised a complex succession of lifts that got you to the surface.

During the day, you had to dart from one to the next ahead of other passengers. At 10 pm, there was little competition.

But the final lift was "not in exercise", and we reached the empty street via the stairs.