Exhibitions are my passion. I can stand for hours in front of a painting, putting on a thoughtful face and muttering about chiaroscuro, while inside I’m just thinking: “I wonder how that artist drank his coffee?” I only understand modern art after my third cappuccino – then even Malevich’s square starts to feel profound

Coffee for me is not a drink, it’s a ritual. I try different roasts like a collector and can talk about notes of cherry or chocolate longer than about the meaning of “The Sleeping Beauty.” Without a good espresso, I even go to the most brilliant exhibition with the thought: “The main thing is that they have a coffee corner.”

Hi! I’m a girl who truly believes that art and classical music make the world a better place… especially when there’s a warm latte in my hand. My daily routine balances between “The Divine Comedy” at the theater and the burning question “where’s the nearest coffee shop?”

Theaters and classics are my spiritual food. I love opera, especially when the singers are so moving that I get goosebumps – and during intermission I dash to the buffet, because without coffee even Mozart sounds like an alarm clock. Sometimes I catch myself conducting an invisible orchestra… with a spoon in my mug