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!"

Focus

There are two types of people in this world: the hammers and nails. It's up to us to decide what we want to be.
 It's a game and in this game there is no space for the heart.
There is a science that leads others to trust you. I call it simply: persuasion and it's a bit as the seduction.
We women are born to deceive, the man, however, was born to fall into our trap. That of love.
With men is a game of emotions and vibrations, made of looks and whispered words, attitudes and destabilizing glances. Sometimes the game is divided into 2, 3 or 4 match, depending on the skill of the opponent not to be deceived by the angel or demon in front of him, other times, however, it does not take much to make him stain of love.
It's a matter of focus, we push our opponent to focus on a point and without his knowledge working on another. If you do focus, you can take whatever you want. Also the heart of a man, who, initially, said that he would never fallen at your feet.

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."

Mrs. Gray

As a cold and cloudy day that embodies intriguing strength, gray, with his elegance made, is one of the nuances for autumn/winter 2015-16. A master key for all occasions.
Taupe, pearl, ash, ice, gunmetal, the non-color becomes the star of the season to match in total look or leaders from shades on.

La dama vestita di bianco

She's like a dame from another era, a woman dressed in white and lips drenched in a bright red lipstick, which looks at you with an Hamlet expression and eyes full of desire, perhaps she sighs, certainly wants you capture. And you on the other side of the fence you almost do not notice so much of her transport, but in the end you ignore it, you think that women of other times were those who, on the French Riviera a century ago, has bewitched the powerful that the gay revelers vacationers of times gone by, and the latter eventually were captured from their eyes full of sensuality. Summer nights were long, hot and carefree, a gentle sea breeze joined passionate love for a night or a morning, but in the end of all autumn oncoming.

  A furtive tear strokes her soft cheeks and touch from the flower of youth, while she sighs, amused, under a rain of yellow leaves.

The good taste of choice

The existence is like this, about intersections. Most of our life is entrusted to the appropriate choice: it requires good taste and sound judgment as to where not enough neither the study nor the talent. There can be no perfection where there is no choice: it has the dual advantage, being able to choose, and to choose the best.

The real choice is never between doing something or not doing it. But between do it or keep it for courage or fear. When making a choice, you change the future, change the cards on the table. Many men of fruitful and subtle genius, keen judgment, scholars and well informed, when they arrive at the moment of choice, are lost.

  But when, one day, you'll find yourself in front of that junction, you already know that you will lose something. There is no choice that does not result in a loss. So this ability to choose well is one of the greatest gifts of heaven.

La bella lavanderina...

 
It's happen that, at Court, the servants went on vacation; the Queen (my mother) said that they needed to rest and have withdrawn all to the Caribbean (lucky them!), leaving me alone in the palace. Not that I mind eh, sometimes it's nice not having waiters, gardeners, cooks, etc. between the feet (guys, I'm joking!) but...there is a but...the Princess, one day, found herself with all the clothes to be washed. You know... here at Court we change 5/6 times a day: in the morning to have breakfast, then for lunch, coffee at 2:00 p.m and tea at 5:00 p.m, for cocktails and dinner, not to mention the outfit for afternoon activities such as horseback riding, tennis or golf.
 Can you imagine two weeks without my servants? Me neither!
 So, in desperation, I wore the only suit I had in the closet, royal blue of course, and the glittery shoes worthy of a Princess, and armed with a magazine and a good dose of patience, I headed to the laundry.
But really you mortals used those boxes to wash and dry your clothes??? I tried, but evidently they have left instructions! Among coins, buttons, time, trousers and detergents, I did not know which side to start.
Do you want to know how that turned out? I went shopping! I could not ruin my Valentino or my Elie Saab!
Alfred, Josephine, and you too Queen... COME BACK!