San Vincenzo con Camelia Roma

August and the holidays in the beautiful Tuscany. Peace for the soul and wonder to behold.

The landscapes, the blue sea and its scented "water", the medieval villages rich in history and tradition, castles and rural churches, and again, the estates in the countryside, the cypress trees and the endless golden expanses. This is Tuscany, for me. Enchantment and wonder.

A walk to the port of San Vincenzo, one of the most popular seaside resorts of Tuscany, just before a drink in one of the many cafes overlooking the sea. One of those that I like so much, with white fluttering curtains, shells and corals as ornaments and blue cushions to sink into bliss. One of those in which breathe that air of sea.

The finest hour of the day, when the sun has already dried the earth and the salt was impregnated on hair and skin. That same skin become golden and emphasized by a whiteness shirt. A '50s Lady, on vacation, with a wide-brimmed straw hat, to shelter from the still warm sun, high-waisted shorts and a bucket bag made of genuine leather. Black with red interior fabric. Elegant and refined, like the woman who wears it.

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.

Dolcemente complicata

She was a complicated person.
Complicated in the gestures, in the thoughts, to say words, even embrace. She was one of those people that, seemed to have struggled against something and now, now she just wanted to stand while being lost. She was one of those complex people smiling, always with the feet on the ground but with the head and heart elsewhere.
Complicated because she didn't saw only one color, but all the nuances, complex because she could not be content, no more.
Complicated because her thoughts were almost never light, many times weighed, crushed, but then, cradled between the notes of distant, listen, remember songs.
Complicated because she kept trying smiles, without tiring. Because she distinguished them. Because she said she would not make it, but then, with surprise get up and do not know how, take it forever. Complicated because she would not open at all, but only in front of a pair of honest eyes.
Without break up body and soul she was able to enter gently in the heart, without noise, without doing evil. But you heard it too, because she was able to touch and make vibrate gently with pure emotions ropes of this.
Complicated because she asked with the eyes and not with words, so damned incomprehensible.
Protecting and knew the extreme sweetness of loving, loaded on her shoulders the weight of the day, then trust any secret at night. She could protect against sudden storms. Often she flooded, but continued to breathe, without sinking.
She was one of those people that you would not say: they are beautiful. Perhaps because the complexity scares, lands, leaves you so: unprepared.
In front of the banality and a life devoted to frivolous, granted, no taste, she could give it to them, even when everything seemed to dry like a wilderness. Dry and off as rainy days.
She could sweep the monotony of gray and give color and flavor: that of dreams color of the sky, prairie color of hope, the red color of the lips, the love color of life.

L'altalena del sorriso

I like crazy people, they scent of life.

I like strange people. Those who laugh without a reason and crying just because they feel like it.

I like those who say what they think, without sounding stupid. Those who can recount and choose words with taste.

I like those who dare and who are not afraid of what people think.

I like the special people. Those that you admire but do not know them. Those that stand out, but with elegance.

I like beautiful people, inside. And those who preserve the wonder of children.

I like those in black and white. Changing mood but then, at the end, choose to be happy.

I like strong people. Those who fall and get up, without too many problems.

I like people who laugh loud, and who can make me laugh. Those that fix you a long time and not know why.

I like real people. Those who dream and told it in the eyes. Those traveling without ever starting. Those who are with the mind elsewhere.

I like people who love and when they choose to love, they love to distraction. Those who live, really live.

And I like to think that it takes little to return children. A swing where rocking for hours with a sweet thought, that draws on the face that curve called smile.

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.

Bond Girl

A call in the middle of a yoga class. A new top secret mission.
A summer suit, a thin layer of red lipstick and big Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses.
A plane from New York to Los Angeles and a car ready to run away.
A birthday party, Ron's, Mexican businessman who, as they say in Italy, "played with fire too."
15.000 guests, all gathered in the garden of his villa, but among them are hidden infiltrators determined to make the poor Ron dancing to the sound of maracas.
Just missing him and the mission can begin. Bond, James Bond.

Sweet, sugar, candy girl

The scent of freshly baked croissants, jam ones, the only ones I like, which blends in the crisp May. The cappuccino with two lumps of sugar for a sweet awakening. The blue sky and the feeling of lightness that floats like a light cloud of cotton candy.
The hills, the city view and a huge park, that of the castle. I don not still said, but here in Tortona once there was really a castle, stood on the hill Savo, the most important of the seven on which, according to tradition, was founded my city. Now remain only the tower, much like that of Rapunzel, and its park. An oasis of peace where you breathe deeply, forgetting for a moment the hectic life that takes place a little later, and regain the prosperity and happiness of children running happily in those fields. The pink and roses, those of May, my favorite, and the desire to run and jump like them, without thinking of Gigliola Cinquetti and "non ho l'età" which to return a second child we always are on time. Also to make "bubbles" with the legendary Big Babol of childish 90s.

Vacanze Romane

Close your eyes and go back in time, in 1950 to be exact, when in Rome celebrated the Dolce Vita. That Rome where, through the streets of Corso, we turned only with the vespa without meters and all traffic of today. When Italy was really the Bel Paese and Roman Holiday was not only the title of the famous film with the Hepburn, but a dream shared by the whole world. A city rich in history and charm, which has enchanted millions and millions of people. In my opinion, the Italian pride.

And then its icons. Beautiful, indeed very beautiful. As only the divas of the 50s were able to be: charm and elegance in a pure state, that current superstar even if they are dreaming.

The years of the trench, the midi skirts, the scarf in the hair and big glasses for true divas. Because they were so, always perfectly clean even when they went to fill wicker baskets of their favorite flowers, losing in the sweet notes of the famous song of Matia Bazar, Vacanze Romane, among roses, tulips, orchids and other wonderful species, and then leave on the red vespa with the fluttering scarf and baskets full of flowers ready to greet His Majesty, the Colosseum.

Roma bella tu, le muse tue

Asfalto lucido, "Arrivederci Roma"...

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.

Royal blue

Born or become Princesses? One thing is certain, someone starts advantaged.

Do yuo ever wonder how are the modern princesses? Those who do not expect the coach but prefer a taxi or a plane, those who would buy bags and shoes one day and the other as well, those with character yet insecure, those with big dreams and do not waiting for Charming Prince to achieve them.

Stylish, funny, glamorous and approachable. The new sovereign, princesses and queens, have oodles of charm (yes, I have always been a modest girl: P) but not always blue blood. Because the new Cinderellas 2.0 also have the blood from "normal" staining but, can always count on good dear old friend royal blue, triumphing among the fashion colors of winter 2015.

And it's the case to say: Long live to the Royal...Blue!

Spring inside. Winter outside.

And 'well known that after Christmas, I start thinking about spring. Yes, after December 25 my brain and I pass directly in March. Indeed it is from St. Stephen that in my head there are green fields, tulips, pastel colors, roses and sun, lots of sun!
I'm already thinking about the next trends, must-have that can not miss in my closet and I'm also dreaming/imagining/inventing new shoots that can not wait to shoot.
Inside spring has already exploded, outside...the frost.

Fur & Denim

These are not my best photos. Definitely NO.

I see me like a whale, with a full moon instead of the face. The libra marks always the same number.

I seem too angry and instead when I took these pictures I was cheerful.

But there's one thing I like: the outfit. What I really like, simple but with that something extra.

There are several ways to wear fur, for the day I prefer to wear it with jeans and heels, in this case not too high, for a casual and glam outfit at the same time.

And you? What do you think?

Vintage Christmas with Lolita Lempicka

December. Christmas, the family and the snow.
There are lights, decorations and the Christmas tree, there ready to be decorated to give warmth and like every year.
Santa Claus, bells and bears. There are also the reindeer, the boots of Santa Claus, the little men gingerbread and some sweet memories of childhood.
  Do not miss anybody.
There are also my favorite songs, "We wish you a Merry Christmas" and "So this is Christmas", because I can't decorate the Christmas tree if there are not those songs in the background. It is part of the tradition.
And then there's your princess, more excited than ever, that, between a ball and a bell, singing and hovers over those magical notes, with a warm cardigan with reindeer and new Lolita Lempicka glasses.
But Christmas is not a time or a season, but a state of mind.
It must bring peace and good intentions between peaple. Be full of mercy, means to have the real spirit of Christmas.

B***h, shut up! I'm the DIVA.

Galas, red carpets and beautiful long dresses. Maybe studded with millions of Swarovski.

Elegance, refined sensuality and sophisticated femininity. The beauty of the evening dresses conquer every woman and carries the dream, the charm and magic of fairy tales, princesses and great dancing.

Who has not dreamed of a magical moment like this?

Sexy and precious. What woman would not want to wear a long dress, attractive and elegant, to feel a diva?

Strictly long, embellished with embroidery or crystal applications, in luxurious and fine fabrics, evening dresses continue to be among the items most desired by women, who dream to wear one at least once in their life.

What better opportunity for Christmas parties, now close, where any excess style is granted (or nearly so)? Besides the dress code imposes gran soirèe dresses for their ability to turn the holidays with grace and loveliness.

Christmas is coming and I make you a gift. With the code "May49rose" you can have an 8% discount on the purchase of your maxi dresses on Rosegal.

My Monday begins with a long dress, black as the divas.

Gonna pied de poule

There is a print that every vintage lover wear: houndstooth. Straight from the '50s, houndstooth is a guarantee of ladylike outfits, chic and retro.

The houndstooth texture is Scottish.

"Scottish? I thought it was French!", are you saying it?

But no, this print was not born in France, but in Scotland, back in 1800. At that time its value fashion was still unknown, it was later in 1900, thanks to Mr. Christian Dior, which experienced some success.

From this moment on, the houndstooth became a sign of great sophistication and print most adored by women.

A few weeks ago I could finally wear my new houndstooth skirt combining it with a blouse and a sweater, lace shoes and the Choies faux fur vest (which you've already seen here and here) for a ladylike outfit but at the same time youthful, perfect for college or for a business meeting informally.

What do you think?

Pelle & Pellicce

Among the trends and "big returns" of this fall winter 2014/15, there are definitely leather, chic, aggressive and super versatile, and very soft fur, the true prevailing trend of the season. 

Let's face it, the return of leather was just around the corner. In recent fashion shows fashion designers have taken to the catwalk not only biker jacket as well as trousers, leggings and pencil or full skirt, reminiscent of the 80s. 

From the encounter between a leather skirt, found on Choies, and a fur vest, always found on Choies, comes a romantic outfit with a retro twist. 

To complete the look, my favorite shirt with a big bow and Moschino brogues. 

Needless to say I love the result, and you? 

Saint Laurent style

In the 70's, the famous French fashion designer Yves Saint Laurent shocked with the first trouser suit and suit for women. Since then it's been a while, but the mannish style is still the star of the catwalks. 

And so this fall/winter the mannish style is a trend thanks to the suit jacket pants strict but very sensual. 

The new mannish, however, is overwhelmingly female and captures the essence of dandyism: the outfits are made according to an elegance doctrine which makes attention to the combination and retail real diktat. 

Born as a symbol of women's emancipation, has traveled the ages, drawing on the language of fashion, finding agreement with the contemporary and then triumph on the catwalks as a representative of timeless elegance. 

Fashion fades, the suit remains.

When September ends

The simplicity of a day in late September. A jeans and a white T-shirt. A trench on the shoulders, to shelter from the pleasant breeze that is already changing its warmth.
As if it were always so simple in life. That just simply is not.
And if there is an adjective that does not belong to this life, it is the simplicity. It does not even know what that means.
We are forced every day to climb thousands of steps, climb over walls to be able to enjoy the view.
And 'this is the key to everything: be aware of being alive. Remember that it is never too late to turn around to look at the sun. Again.

MFW DAY 2

Could not a princess get a lady tulle skirt? 

Of course not! Especially if the beautiful and colorful gauzy "ballerina" skirts, will still be the trend next spring/summer. 

As you can see, many fashion designers have brought the tulle on the catwalk and I could not absolutely not put it during fashion week! 

When I found it, by chance, it was love at first sight and I felt really a princess! ;) 

In Milan, the girls are literally mad with joy! 

I was mistaken for a princess or a fairy. 

All were in love with these layers of floating tulle, they eyes twinkling. And my at the sight of them. 

You had to see them as dreamingtheir fables *-* An unique tenderness! 

Here's what I have left more than anything in this second day of fashion week, the joy and the smiles of the real little princesses :) 

But now look the judgments of you princesses grown up! 

I embrace you

MFW DAY 1

Good Morning! 

Here's what I wore the first day of Fashion Week. An outfit in shades of black and white, with jeweled sandals and clutch pearls. 

What do you think? Do you like it?