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.

Dolce&Gabbana inspired

A frame typically fantasy and a magical atmosphere. A sort of enchanted forest, where peace reigns and unspoiled nature is the host. Where squirrels wake up from long hibernation and run to the fountain to drink and bunnies playing happily in the meadows.
Beyond the hill, hidden by vineyards and orchards, the house of the grandmother.
A little girl, Bella (just sleeping) in the Woods, aka Snow White, akaLittle Red Riding Hood, aka Bella Cullen (for her pale complexion, the sun shines its light), walk and dance in her romantic dress inspired by the beloved Sicily designers, Dolce & Gabbana.
A tribute to spring and to the designers of the heart, the protagonists of all my dreams.

Hi Barbie!

White and pink. Pink and white. Like a marshmallow, or a Big-Babol cream and strawberry, a princess or a Barbie. 

Go ahead the association you want but this time, with this pink skirt, I feel like a Barbie, maybe the days of Sex And The City. Ready to shoot with my convertible, pink, the streets of the city with the friend of a lifetime, Teresa. 

By then end the day with a bit of well-deserved rest, in front of a glass of white wine with lots of chitchat. 

And Ken? 

Ken? I see Ken in 1 week! Indeed, perhaps 2! 

Sale or no sale, Barbies always do shopping!!

I'm a Princess

There are days when I more dreamy than usual. 

Days when my dreams go far beyond the imagination, becoming real movie. 

Days where you just need a skirt, fuchsia, to feel a princess. Imagining /dreaming to go through a beautiful flower garden, among the scents of tulips, peonies and hydrangeas. 

Passing between the roses, red and pink, and then get lost in the beauty of a small pond bordered by palm trees, until, in the colors and scents of plants and flowers, the entrance of the majestic castle. 

Everything in the romantic setting of the '50s, at the time of her that I consider the epitome of elegance: Grace Kelly. 

Or I see myself on a Vespa, this time through the streets of an hot and sunny Rome, embraced my Gregory Peck. 

I start the week in this way, dreaming of being a princess... I can't even dream, to be a Princess I don't need a Prince and a crown!