Il sorriso della Toscana

That time I (re)discovered smile and happiness in Tuscany. That true and spontaneous smile.
It is the smile of summer, un and avenues of cypresses and pines. That of sunflowers, sea and its nuances, sunsets that amaze and falling stars.
The smile that allows the soul to breathe, that makes it perfect everywhere. That of dinners with friends and forget alarm clocks, natural hair and salt on the skin. That of happy hour by sea and sky view, which illuminates the eyes and inflames the heart.
  It is the smile started by another smile. That of friendship and love, which comes in the morning and stays on the face until one second before gently close your eyes, between a caress on the cheek and one on the chest.

Shades of blue

We are made of thoughts, memories, emotions. We are made of water, atoms, moments and waited.

We are made of love. Thoughts, actions, ideas, movements, experiences. Bodies. The subject is love. We are made of intertwined hands, whispered kisses, stolen breaths and sighs donated.

We are made of desires and dreams that make us not sleep, of energy, of stardust.

We are made of words, words never said, of missed opportunities and unsent messages.

We are made of too many "if", "maybe" and "but." We are made for a few people. And often, we do not meet or we meet when it's too late.

We are made in the image and likeness of everything around us and in ourselves we enclose the exact same secret, the exact same law.

We are like the sky, made of millions of hues. Eternally changing, subject to endless complications and combinations. A set of circumstances, or totally fortuitous or planned in the minimum terms. A well-designed chaos. The perfect storm.

Le colline e un cardigan rosso

The wind that shakes the barley, time passes slowly, confuses the past and transforms the present. The breath punctuated by the beating of the heart that winces for every wonder. The peace of a Sunday in the hills, in the silence of nature again in bloom. The colors of spring. The nostrils quivering sniffing the aromas. The thoughts that are lost, hill to hill, in the handful of curves, sinuous as the body of a woman, and then dive and rid into the blue sky. The feeling of being good in your own skin. A communion between earth and soul.

The view is lost on red roses, fiery passion, as voluptuous lips full of desire. Eyes bounce to the sky, a boundless blue, framed by an aura of silver light. The cherry trees are in bloom, dyed of a pure pink as the skin of a child. Meadows of a green so intense, like precious emeralds, to speak for itself without hope of passing from similarities. A gentle sun, with its warm rays, hugs and warms you only how would be the arms of your beloved. It smiles to you, transmitting you its own happiness. And you spare parts that smile with the same happiness.

Rendez-vous à Paris

A pink rose, my favorite, in the mailbox and a note:

"For my Princess,

I am waiting for you under Arco della Pace... 18:00 o'clock...
I have a surprise for you <3 "

I read the note a couple of times. We never met at the Arco della Pace, it goes like Paris! I smile to the idea and I start to daydream... I wonder how it would meet in Paris, the city of love.
Let's meet in Paris, under the Arc du Triomphe.
Let's meet there in a sunny day of March, among a caress and an embarrassed smile. Among a kiss on the wind and scent of roses.
Let's meet like this. Eyes into eyes, like the first time.
A kiss on the cheek, "bonne journée cherie!" and a cadeau pour moi. A walk along the Seine eating macarons and a laugh that is lost on his mouth among a bites and a kiss.
Paris, with his homage to the splendor of the past and Latin atmosphere, where peace and love are floating in the air as the music of the street performers.
The Champs-Elysées with its cafés and luxury boutiques. A casquet to Place de la Concorde, with its stately elegance as a backdrop, and then lose ourselves in the eighteenth-century atmosphere, calm and relaxed, of the Jardin des Tuileries. Among the wonderful allegorical statues and endless green spaces, two pastel-colored chairs under a blooming cherry tree, just waiting for us and our laughter.
A champagne flute overhanging the city from the Eiffel Tower and a dinner by candlelight in the festive atmosphere full of life of the Latin Quarter, then end the evening observing, embraced, the lit "Lady" sailing on bateau mouche, continuing to enjoy its atmosphere of total peace and tranquility.
18:00 o'clock and a figure under the arch to expect me. A smile that I know and a bouquet of roses hidden, until I arrived, behind his back.
After a kiss, the return to reality.
Back to Milan, under the Arco della Pace.
He took my hand and we move in that city that, tonight, has that Paris' sweet and romantic taste.

Flowers

"The charm of a flower is in its contradictions - so delicate in form but strong in fragrance, so small in size but big in beauty, so short in life but with such a long effect."

The meaning of life is rediscovering love with his own existence. It is the journey, the path, in its simplicity and grandeur.
It is the value that we give to every moment and each to ensure that the next one is even more wonderful. We should live like this, without worrying about the after but only that now is just amazing.
Fall in love with life, flowers, spring. Fall in love with smiles, the real ones, the alive ones. Fall in love with everything that makes you happy and all that is beautiful.
Love life as the companion of all time, this is the simple rule to live a fulfilling life. Make you beautiful every day like you have to meet the most important person in your life. Behaved as if I had always beside you. Smile to her. Kiss her. Take care of her. Clasp her. She will never betray you if you will not betray her.

#MFW 4TH DAY

For the last day of Milan Fashion Week I wanted something that would attract attention, something "special" but at the same time elegant.

An outfit full of its own flickering as it wants the spring summer 2016.

A precious dress, again by Giovanna Nicolai, embroidered with a cascade of flowers and sequins and lit by a clutch studded with microcrystals and glitter sandals.

#MFW 2ND DAY

Spring summer 2016 dresses of lightness and voluptuousness.

Cheeky, chic, fun and elegant: feathers are the coolest decorations of spring 2016. Alighting gently on dresses, jackets and even handbags and shoes, give to the look a glamorous and refined mood.

By small feathers that decorate some items to real total swan look, with their fluttering appearance, do not spend their own unnoticed!

What could I choose, then, for my second day at the Milan Fashion Week? A dress with feathers of the new collection Giovanna Nicolai, of course!

Light and fluttering, like a black swan, that with elegance, crosses the streets of Milan.

When you wear a dress with feathers is like if happiness come soon. But waiting for you, right there around the corner, it's the wind...ready to make them fluctuate.

#MFW 1ST DAY

A week after the end of the Milan Fashion Week I am here to tell you those days. It was a ver "wet" fashion week, the climatic conditions were the worst and for a princess who hates cold and rain.. you can imagine. 

Yes, despite the cold and the rain that did not allow me to take pictures as I wanted and to wear my outfits without coats, furs, sweaters and umbrellas, it was a beautiful fashion week. First of all to the people with whom I have shared it, they have been to make a difference and make me spend unforgettable days, those encountered (for the first time) and re-encountered, for the wonderful Giovanna Nicolai dresses that I could wear and then, yes, for the brand that I love events to which I participated.

The first day and for the event to discover the new Burberry collection (I'll get to soon), I wore a romantic Giovanna Nicolai dress and a jewel clutch to brighten and make my outfit even more "precious".

If you follow me on facebook (Desiree D'Aloia), here you can see the "original version" of the outfit ;)

What do you think? I'm curious to know your opinion!

Underground Tale

When the perfect life, perfect does not seem.. When the trappings, the attention to detail, tired .. When certainties that seem solid, flake, crumble, lose consistency, importance.. We take refuge in a parallel world to measure us although the truth is that, in the life of every day there are no castles, but skyscrapers, palaces. The palace is a sprawling city, the secret are actually underground subways.
In all those experiences in which our being is pushed to the limit of potential, and in addition, in those cases we understand that there is no detail goes overlooked, neglected. I speak not of the usual accessories, but all that is living.
In the everyday hectic passing we often lose awareness of what really matters, what really needs to be preserved, guarded.. Our happiness, our security, our person.

Tiger

"La Signora di classe non è quella che quando passa fa fischiare, bensì quella che fa calare improvvisamente il silenzio."

Strong women have always aroused great fascination in the eyes of your little princess. Slender women physically but with super fine minds, women who, with their know-how, influenced the choices of the powerful and moved, deep, whole nations. Because, as Virginia Woolf wrote, "behind every great man there is a great woman."
With the emancipation women, and with it theirs general view, has changed. Today, in fact, we do not hide behind more frills and trappings, even less behind the voice of man. Yet we kept the femininity, the delicacy and the natural fragility that makes us women, unique to our species. A sort of balance between grace and power, as a feline that astounds with its grand elegance but, at the same time, it frightens for its strength. The tiger that Blake was talking about, in one of his most famous poems, with these concerns: "What immortal hand or fire could frame this fearful simmetry?"
And just as Blake asked, at times I ask myself how can be possible similar manifestations of grace and power, then, thinking back to those women of past ages and what we have become, I simply say: "that's how!"

Opposés Complémentaires

You know, opposites attract, chasing each other. Like life and death. Good and evil. It can happen, at some point, an inexplicable fascination for that, the extreme are so joined, sometimes briefly, sometimes forever.

Everything has its opposite. Joy and sadness. Fear and love. Friend and enemy. Opposites arise from natural tendency of man to classify, distinguish, judge, select. They are the result of intellectual activity. The mind, you know, want to know everything, classify it, give it a name.

On reflection, opposites serve to make us understand the value of the experiences, the lessons that Life gives us opportunity to experiment in order to evolve and live more happy.

No one can determine in advance whether and when any person will be able to understand the value of opposites. Maybe never. Maybe not help understand them. Maybe someone need more time, years, lives.

No one really knows what you want as long as his soul will not experience certain experiences in life.

"What is the opposite accords, from things in contrast comes the most beautiful harmony, and everything is generated because of contention."

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 ;)

Lady Dsquared

 
Lately I have a new fixation, it is called: red. Yes, the lover of pink, blue and black regard to clothing, has fallen in love or infatuated (we'll see how it will evolve the lovestory) of a warm, flashy and confident color just like the red and the image it want to convey. Maybe the passion for this color is just a fleeting crush, or not, and maybe due to the fact that the color of love par excellence, as you could see, "burned" the catwalks, becoming one of the hottest colors season.
So this spring, forget even the number of fire engines and get ready to burn the streets of the city, I have already begun!
A red pencil skirt combined with beloved white shirt, a big black hat as the Miu Miu pumps, red clutch and Dsquared2 cat sunglasses, that I've found on giarre.com. Definitely perfect to complete my ladylike look, is not it?

Milan Fashion Week: DSQUARED2