A little Barbie, a little doll and maybe even a little strawberry. Thus began the week, in pink, with the scent of fresh flowers and yogurt with berries and grains. With another Monday but with the smile and the eyes still full of sea, thinking about the weekend just ended in the beloved Portofino (you can see the photos on my Instagram profile @desireedaloia).
Barbie in a total pink look (the brunette), because there is no Barbie without pink and there is no pink without Barbie. A Barbie (actually two) that goes to the supermarket, but not just any. Barbies chic do not go neither to the Coop, sorry Luciana (Littizzetto), and even to the Esseluga. No, they do snob and only go into supermarkets IN, where there's people IN and products IN (read quality). They buy milk "Roberto Cavalli" and meat of the best butchers in London, "Burberry" so to speak. You know, the quality meat is the Anglo-Saxon (read as: the real cool boys are the English Dandy). And the bread? French course, a nice baguette "Vuitton" did not handle anyone. Not even the diet.
