Baby, I'm a gangsta too.

London, 1962.
23:45. The black cab in front of a house.
Wind, lightning and thunder that confuse the loud screams of a girl. A quarrel.
Broken bottles and slammed doors. A gunshot, muffled by the noise of thunder crashed nearby, then silence.
She had warned him several times: do not mess with fire.
Suddenly the door opened and she appeared, elegantly wrapped in her gangster coat and a black hat to hide his face.
She climbed into the taxi that was waiting for her. Stiletto heels and long legs caressed by lace tights.
Three icy words: -To the airport-.
The driver followed the order and the car moved on that horror movies night. A look to the back seat in the rearview mirror. Unable to meet her gaze. Her face was half covered and lowered her head, as if to hide her identity.
Impassive. Cold. Composed. Detached.
The car was going towards the airport, was a few miles now, but he was not given for won, continued to scan the mirror in search of her face, he was attracted to the mysterious figure. Suddenly, a shot. Swift and decisive. The right hand took the bag, until that moment on the seat next to her, and carried it on his knees, as to want to protect it from something.
The hand was pale, almost cadaverous, and her nails were lacquered red. Red as blood.
London-Heathrow. End of the line. Without asking the bill reached out to the taxi driver handing £50 and got out of the taxi, this time accelerating the pace.
He watched her disappear inside the airport, mingling among the mass.
Who was that woman? What was hiding? Who was hiding? What happened in that apartment?
  These are the questions that tormented him all night.
A new customer and a new race, this time directed at Brick Lane. He never imagined that in its place, until a few minutes before, was sitting a killer.

Girls be quiet,your princess is not crazy, and she's not even so bad (I would not even harm a fly, I swear!), but these shots, always made by the excellent Fabio Salmoirago, have something dark. When Fabio showed me the first picture, he said that it seemed the beginning of a thriller movie (can not blame him), so I let myself be inspired venturing into writing a yellow article ;)
P.S. the outfit is similar to what you saw in the first pictures in collaboration with Fabio (here), just change the details!

Make a wish

Who said that to make a wish you're forced to wait for the right moment? Why only when the candles are extinguished or when you see a falling star? Or watching the sky in search of the North Star, or when you see the trail of an airplane or you find a four leaf clover. Why always having to wait for the moment?

And if I want to express now? Yes, now, at this moment. Who tells me that I can not do this or that will not come true?

We should make a wish every time we feel the need, always, no candles to blow out or magical nights spent with the upturned nose, then we should have a Professional like Fabio (www.salmoirago.it) able to capture it in its essence in its natural beauty. Perhaps in a dance of snowflakes...

So...

Make a wish!

A special thanks to Fabio Salmoirago for scoring these wonderful shots, I'm completely in love!

Black doll

Hello princesses! I'm back dressed in black! 

"Again? But then this is just a widow!" (you're thinking, right?) 

Come on, I will always be a merry widow, but this time is my ideal outfit. Dress with lace sleeves, a little doll, and the new girls get in my collection. 

To give a touch of light and do not give the impression of going to the funeral of my ex-husband (which of many? Perhaps the tenth! :P), I paired the golden clucth Jalouze. 

What do you think?

Light blue

Sweet, elegant, sensual, classy.. Woman.
Woman: marvelous creature, flower from the fragile soul, and such as should be treated.
Every woman deserves a man who says "I want you because without you is not enough anymore". Someone who looks at her if he had never seen anything more beautiful in the world. Someone that love her like no one has ever done before. Someone who has eyes only for her, and finally, someone who can make her shine like a star.
Too many claims? Maybe, but fortunately the jewelry Asterisco-S make me shine. How the earrings Bouquet that are on sale in my online boutique PashionVictim.
Small and malicious flowers illuminated by drops of Swarovski reveal nature in all its simplicity and express the desire to celebrate women in all its beauty and delicacy.

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La Spagnola

A little Madonna in the days of "La Isla Bonita", back in 1987, and a little Lana del Ray in today's 2000s. 

A lace maxi dress, romantic and bold. Black: sexy and sensual, with that see and not see. And a crown of roses and peonies, red. Like love and passion. 

Ready to dance an exciting and caliente Argentine tango.

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Lace mania

Charming and sensual, lace is the material most feminine in the world.
Suitable for anyone who loves to play with a retro look or even dark-lady, lends itself to any transgression: from the more frivolous to the more sensual. Everyone, then, may want to read it as: meditteranean and passionate, if left alone on the skin to create the effect of see-through; sophisticated and impalpable, when used as minimal detail and glamor; austere and noir, if superimposed to hide, rather than unravel.
What do you think of how I decided to combine these M Milano pants? Promoted?