La tela dell'anima

Feelings and emotions are an integral part of human intelligence.

We are like impressionist painters intent to transfer emotions on a canvas, the canvas of our souls. We paint smells, fears, feelings, people...memories.

We are the artists of our lives.

In the framework can be described all the sensations that a writer can tell through words.

A canvas that contains colors launches emotions, unleashing a storm in the soul of the observer of feelings and memories. Why we are so, souls in the swing on a land of memories.

La Vedova Nera

She's always been beautiful Mary, she was tall and slender and had long brown hair that adorned the face and that, the now-deceased, husband loved so much. In the village was known by all as "The woman of the Nanni- John, for friends Nanni- with the red lips". She loved to be dyed red lips, there was the day when not wearing lipstick, even when she was at home doing crafts or invited her friends for the usual afternoon tea.
The Nanni doted on her, loved his charm and his smile that radiated every room with a sunbeam, his. It 's always been proud of her and of her beauty and in public, there was never a time when not the would highlight. She was his jewel, so called. She was not missing anything. Filled her with gifts, especially returning from long business trips: perfumes, bags, paintings and jewelry.
It was a very lucky woman Maria, was immensely loved by dear husband and well liked by everyone in the country.
When her husband was away on business, she spent her days taking care of herself and her hair soft as silk.
But one day the Nanni never returned, causing the despair of Mary when she learned of the sad incident that took away the beloved husband.
Poor Mary, from that day she lost the smile forever; she became sad and shrewish. She did not want to leave the room of paintings and mirrors, the room that the deceased husband had dedicated, except to go and cry on the tomb, but continued to look good waiting in vain for his return.

Special thanks to Mr. Mario for allowing me to realize this shooting in his store of paintings and frames, Passe-partout (Tortona) and Fabio to indulge and immortalize my madness ;)

Il "Grande Amore" de Il Volo

Despite the GREAT LOVE for music, I've never been a big fan of the Sanremo Festival, but this year I made an exception and I have not lost even one evening.
The reason for this exception? They, Il Volo.
I love the superlative voices of these three young tenors, that after their participation in the talent show Ti Lascio Una Canzone, have issued the flight, charming and shaking the world with the notes of their singing ability, establishing a series of records around the world, despite their young age.
After climbing the charts all over the world, explained the wings again, flying higher and higher, conquering and delighting millions of Italians at the Sanremo Festival with the song "Grande Amore". In my opinion, one of the most beautiful love songs of the last 50 years!
The first time I heard it, right from the second note, I thought "this is the song of the 65th edition of the Sanremo Festival! They win!". It has never happened that a song and voices so enabling outstanding did excite me so much, making me feel chills all over my body for its entire duration.
A song that, by now it has already become a drug, listening on repeat for hours ;)
After conquering the world and the famous golden lion, with a lady win, they just have to spread their wings and conquer the Milky Way!
Chapeau guys <3

Now I leave you with their fantastic voices
P.S. Do you want to know when I wrote this article?
Last night at 9.00 p.m...I had said that would win them! ;)

San Valentino: Ladurèe, cuori e amore

There's no Valentine without hearts and sweets, and there are no sweet without macarons especially if signed Ladurèe. No dessert is as romantic as the macarons, crumbly, sweet tooth, colorful, delicious and beautiful!

A Valentine's Day full of sweetness one imagined by Ladurée, which for the most romantic time of the year has thought about the gift "Crystal Heart", decorated with a crystal heart and full of pink macaron, color that evokes the romance excellence, tastes rose, raspberry and ginger.

A sweet gift for greedy Cinderellas ;)

Boys still have time, take note!

Shourouk per Sephora: gioielli o make up?

Jewelry or makeup? Jewels And make up!

A capsule collection bling chic, make up and accessories, one of the famous jewelry designer Shourouk for Sephora.

The make up has never been so amazing! Jewelry pins, brushes adorned with crystals glam pop, bold palette, nailpolishes saturated pigments, in a triumph of pop colors, in an exciting collection that combines luxury and fantasy.

The jewel make up for sparkling princesses ;)

Louis Vuitton Mask Collection

Mask, is the name of the new collection of Louis Vuitton handbags.

Inspired by the exhibition that Gaston-Louis Vuitton staged in 1931, dedicated to African tribal masks, Nicolas Ghesquière has created a range of accessories, limited edition, unique.

Spring summer 2015 handbgas of the French fashion house, are inspired to elements of tribal African masks. Colorful and unique, Mask bags have aroused great interest in following their presentation during the fashion show of Cruise Collection 2015.

The elements of the house, including Epi leather, Monogram canvas and closing S, typical of trunks, are mixed with traditional masks of African tribes.

The closure is the pivotal point of the object and the chain incorporates details of the skin in the same shade palette closing.

Good job Nicolas!

Giambattista Valli Haute Couture

In these gray and sad days I take refuge in pastel clouds dreams, made of tulle, ruffles and pink, lot of pink.

A sweet dream, romantic and seductive as Giambattista Valli haute couture.

Giambattista Valli for his couture collection spring-summer 2015 sent on catwalk a romantic woman with veil and sophisticated dream dresses cradling the heart to their beauty. Valli imagine Janis Joplin and Coco Chanel as they walk in the Jardin de Tuileries; two revolutionary women, strong character but also romantic and feminine. Gives us an icon, the woman that each of us would like to be.

A perfect symphony with colors ranging from white to black, to various shades of pink, excellence color of this collection and beloved by the fashion designer (and not only), even in fluorescent version as in gorgeous tutu dresses, with bodice Empire style profiled shiny embroidery.

The amplified volumes hide the silhouette of his ethereal women under sumptuous fur coats or unleashing cascades of ruffles on gran soirèe tops and skirts.

Do not miss the flowers delineated as romantic watercolor prints both the technical application of flowers that create fairy tale dresses that will appeal to the most romantic (present!) and enchant those in haute couture chasing a dream of unparalleled beauty.

Baby, I'm a gangsta too.

London, 1962.
23:45. The black cab in front of a house.
Wind, lightning and thunder that confuse the loud screams of a girl. A quarrel.
Broken bottles and slammed doors. A gunshot, muffled by the noise of thunder crashed nearby, then silence.
She had warned him several times: do not mess with fire.
Suddenly the door opened and she appeared, elegantly wrapped in her gangster coat and a black hat to hide his face.
She climbed into the taxi that was waiting for her. Stiletto heels and long legs caressed by lace tights.
Three icy words: -To the airport-.
The driver followed the order and the car moved on that horror movies night. A look to the back seat in the rearview mirror. Unable to meet her gaze. Her face was half covered and lowered her head, as if to hide her identity.
Impassive. Cold. Composed. Detached.
The car was going towards the airport, was a few miles now, but he was not given for won, continued to scan the mirror in search of her face, he was attracted to the mysterious figure. Suddenly, a shot. Swift and decisive. The right hand took the bag, until that moment on the seat next to her, and carried it on his knees, as to want to protect it from something.
The hand was pale, almost cadaverous, and her nails were lacquered red. Red as blood.
London-Heathrow. End of the line. Without asking the bill reached out to the taxi driver handing £50 and got out of the taxi, this time accelerating the pace.
He watched her disappear inside the airport, mingling among the mass.
Who was that woman? What was hiding? Who was hiding? What happened in that apartment?
  These are the questions that tormented him all night.
A new customer and a new race, this time directed at Brick Lane. He never imagined that in its place, until a few minutes before, was sitting a killer.

Girls be quiet,your princess is not crazy, and she's not even so bad (I would not even harm a fly, I swear!), but these shots, always made by the excellent Fabio Salmoirago, have something dark. When Fabio showed me the first picture, he said that it seemed the beginning of a thriller movie (can not blame him), so I let myself be inspired venturing into writing a yellow article ;)
P.S. the outfit is similar to what you saw in the first pictures in collaboration with Fabio (here), just change the details!