The hotel’s angels
The figure of the putto, a chubby boy who is usually naked and sometimes winged, hail all the way back to Roman art. They became popular in the Renaissance, and their popularity grew in the 17th and 18th century, used as decorations or allegorical figures, and appearing throughout sacred and profane art. The putti symbolise Eros, the god of love, as a child, and you can spot them hanging around the hotel. Tethered to the ceiling by a thin thread, as thin as the thread that keeps love alive. Ernesto is behind this – of course he is – exploring the world and picking up fragments of life and leaving them with carefree joy around the hotel. Our flying putto is nothing other than an appeal to love, even when it hurts, as sung by Shakespeare in the following sonnet:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.