lunedì 22 giugno 2015

Un amore tra le nuvole

We travel for many reasons, for infinite interests, to work, to expand our knowledge, to find oneself, to find a contact with nature, with people. We travel for love, to be free, to live.
Everyone traveling in their own way and according to their possibilities, the important thing is to have the spirit to move, learn and discover. For some travel is a necessity, a desire that comes from the soul to be able to go to places you desire and discover new horizons.
"But the real travelers start to leave and just: hearts light, like balloons that only the case moves eternally, they always say "Let's go", and do not know why. Their desires are in the shape of the clouds."
I love traveling and this is well known, but may not know how I'm in love with planes and airports. I could spend hours and hours, lying on a grass, watching the white streak of a plane cut high in the blue sky, dreaming of being up there in the clouds of desires, live in some kind of latitude, meridian, parallel of this planet.
Airports are places of meetings of flying objects, that make you closer to the sky, always the goal of man. A meeting place for different people, people of all nationalities, cultures and religions, people everywhere. People leave and people arriving. People greet family and friends. People leaving for a long period or forever. People arriving for the first time in a place unknown to them.
The airport is full of life, of coming and going, full of happiness and sadness. The airport is one of those places where I would spend the days, so even without starting, just to watch the people, imagine their state, and to watch the planes ready for take-off, with the roll of engines that makes me so mad .
The airport is a mingling of travelers and dreamers, my place. In the airport you are already in the sky even before boarding the plane.

lunedì 15 giugno 2015

Sicilian Dream

The scent of summer, on a terrace overlooking the sea surrounded by flowers and citrus fruits, those citrus fruits and that turquoise sea, a thousand shades, that do immediately think of Sicily and the islands that surround it. A peculiar beauty with an insatiable charm. Yes, Sicily is like this.. you are never satisfied. More you see it and more you fall in love. And this know well my heart designers that, with their creations, make us to dream, savor, sigh those enchanted scenarios.
That Sicily famous for granite, landscapes, history, traditions, food and then they... the majolica, ceramics from the brightly patterned, floral and geometric, that make my eyes like hearts every time I see them . If they are drawn on a dress or a skirt Dolce&Gabbana, I become one with the hearts.
For some time I was looking for a skirt that tells speaks about Sicily, at least, a couple of years, but I never could find it. So, given that the trends this summer does not excite me that much, I decided to create it. You should know that one of my biggest dreams, is precisely to create my own line of clothing and wear something created by me.
A few months ago I went from my seamstress, which also has rich and signed fabrics, saying: "I want a Sicilian skirt, one of those with majolica designed... like Dolce&Gabbana?", she opened the closet and showed me the Dolce&Gabbana stuff.... can you imagine my eyes at the sight of that wonder colored? Within seconds the shop filled with hearts!
The rest came by itself, I explained the model I had in mind, pencil, with high belt in contrast and back vent. And here it is, my skirt Désir de Princess, the first of a long series, worn in a sicilian mood, with a big straw hat, Violavinca coral pumps and Dsquared2 diva sunglasses.
For the name I wanted something special, something that spoke about me and that could identify the entire line only appoint hearing. So, asking some advice to my best friend, we have coined Désir de Princess, where my name and the name of the blog are married together.
Do you like it? I love it, but obviously I'm biased ;)

giovedì 11 giugno 2015

Dèjeuner sur l'herbe

I always loved art, in all its forms, and art history. Do you think that, at school, it was one of those lessons (or perhaps the only) I could afford to read once and it has already learned. Something that has not happened for history, that I could study it and repeat it all day I did not really entered (and bored me too!).
Painting is an art form that has always fascinated and passionate me, most of my favorite painters are French and all Impressionists such as Degas, who with his dancers made me dream, Monet and Manet. And the famous "Luncheon on the Grass" of the latter, with the virtuosity of expression and the contrast of blacks and bright colors, is one of those paintings that remained in my heart. But how would his art work in 2015?
I think it would be an Italian pic-nic, in a Sunday in June, in the shade of a large oak tree, with fresh fruit at will, bread (ok, the baguette is not very Italian but in the picture is good :P) and sausages (only a slice through, otherwise I get all fat and pimples and then I can not be a model!), a nice glass of rosé and that scent of linden in the air that immediately makes summer.

martedì 9 giugno 2015

Please don't stop the music!

I am made for the 50% of dreams and the other 50% of music.
The music, that friend that gives me encouragement and strength at any time of the day, in every moment of life.
Listening to music 10 hours a day and I never tire of her. It helps me to think, write, study, relax, never leaves me. My life is marked by the notes that follow the player, from the most classical to the most rock, depending on the time, as needed.
I am an extrovert and expansive, I like being with people, but I love to be alone with myself. There are times when I really needed to get that out of the inner world, from all the people around me. It is not selfishness, it's a necessity. Not by chance, in fact, I'd like to have a private islet where I could take refuge in those days, weeks, months. The only one that would be welcome, always her: music.
In those times or in those hours of the day while I am with myself, I love walking, surrounded by nature, with the song of the period or the day in the ears. Thus, in repeat.. 10, 100 times. That sound clear, clean, amazing coming out from my Bose headphones and get to flow in my veins, until it touches every single cell of my body. Just us, me and my lifeblood, and for that moment I forget everything.

martedì 2 giugno 2015

Home Decor: Idee per la camera da letto

Lodo Barana Arquitetura E Interior/

Lately I'm obsessed with the decor and interior design. I often think about how I would decorate my future home and on time, as a great lover of the bedroom, start the virtual decor just from that, along with the bathroom of course. Bedroom and bathroom are two of the rooms of a house that I love.
Honestly, I'm still undecided on the style, I do not know whether classical or modern, but one thing is for sure, I want it: 1)light 2)spacious, very spacious (soon understand why) and 3)white. Yes, white is the dominant color, that's for sure!
There will be soft rugs and pillows scattered; then the bed will be huge and possibly round. No TV, do not watch TV, but will not miss an elegant desk with pc, magazines, books and fresh flowers. Finally, the INEVITABLE vanity area, to feel really a princess.
It will then be connected to the bathroom and the closet, so, in series. Do you know the room of Carrie and Mr. Big in Manhattan? Here, more or less like that.
In essence, to satisfy my whims, I would need a whole apartment to use as a bedroom.
So, doing some research I came across on Homify, the portal that brings together more than 45.000 experts including architects, interior designers and companies specializing in the furniture industry, and I've had my fill of photos and ideas for the bedroom. Now it miss only a "detail": the house!

lunedì 1 giugno 2015

Come una Ninfa

An enchanted garden and a palette of blue, green, light blue and pink create a dreamy atmosphere suspended between surrealism and abstraction, as in a gallery of paintings between the Enlightenment and Fauvism. In the air the smell of the pond filled with water lilies, wild flowers, freshly cut grass... here is where the nymphs hide, between flowers and leaves. They have a fresh face blossoming between their long dark hair, a rosebud for a mouth, the magic in the eyes and that dreamy air, sometimes misleading, that so crazy Gods. They are sylvan creatures with romantic dresses that seem to grow like ivy on their bodies and floral crowns, to emphasize that these creatures are part of the flora. But like all modern nymphs, they move like graceful ballerinas, from their heels, to the tune of their melodic voices, including branches of flowers and branches of plantains in their fairy gardens, in a sharp contrast with the lightness of a beauty that lasts a moment, like a falling leaf on the water.