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.

La Vedova Nera

She's always been beautiful Mary, she was tall and slender and had long brown hair that adorned the face and that, the now-deceased, husband loved so much. In the village was known by all as "The woman of the Nanni- John, for friends Nanni- with the red lips". She loved to be dyed red lips, there was the day when not wearing lipstick, even when she was at home doing crafts or invited her friends for the usual afternoon tea.
The Nanni doted on her, loved his charm and his smile that radiated every room with a sunbeam, his. It 's always been proud of her and of her beauty and in public, there was never a time when not the would highlight. She was his jewel, so called. She was not missing anything. Filled her with gifts, especially returning from long business trips: perfumes, bags, paintings and jewelry.
It was a very lucky woman Maria, was immensely loved by dear husband and well liked by everyone in the country.
When her husband was away on business, she spent her days taking care of herself and her hair soft as silk.
But one day the Nanni never returned, causing the despair of Mary when she learned of the sad incident that took away the beloved husband.
Poor Mary, from that day she lost the smile forever; she became sad and shrewish. She did not want to leave the room of paintings and mirrors, the room that the deceased husband had dedicated, except to go and cry on the tomb, but continued to look good waiting in vain for his return.

Special thanks to Mr. Mario for allowing me to realize this shooting in his store of paintings and frames, Passe-partout (Tortona) and Fabio to indulge and immortalize my madness ;)

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!

Elie Saab Haute Couture

Haute Couture = Elie Saab

If I say haute couture is only one of my beloved Lebanese designer, Elie Saab. When the catwalk down his haute couture, there is no Chanel or Dior!

This time too Elie Saab confirms King of Dreams with a couture collection spring summer 2015 by princesses of fairy tales, able to dream and sigh as girls.

A tale of pastel colors and darker colors, where fairy style is dutifully kept in check.

Precious laces, light and fluffy fabrics and a cascade of precious crystals that makes even the clothes deep blacks more precious.

Dresses of Arabian Nights made only for the more sparkling and magical evenings that you can dream of living wearing these masterpieces. In fact, the new collection of Elie Saab Haute Couture only includes evening dresses, designed and created with an exceptional adventure tailoring and with the passion and the absolute taste for the theatrical, the splendor and magnificence.

Pure luxury. Impossible not to fall in love with these creations!

Business Break

Ever since I was a child I always had a fixation for the "career". I always said I would become one of those women of power, maybe the manager of a multinational company or a lawyer super stylish in stilettos (red sole of course) from a judgment to another.

However, there is always a but, the toga and the briefcase 24h have never been in my DNA, which has always preferred the white coat since primary schools. So, as in the lab has never seen a biologist in white coat, heels and Louis Vuitton to the arm, I'm happy to do the business woman blogger lunch break ;)

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!

Roberto Cavalli Paradiso

There is a paradise in which fashion and glamor are a way of life, where women exude charm, joy and liveliness.
A tribute to women and their beauty, it's Roberto Cavalli Paradiso.
A sensual and feminine fragrance, designed precisely to emphasize the natural beauty of women.
This fragrance evokes the trips around the world, made by the designer, and it combines exotic oriental fragrances. Roberto Cavalli Paradiso is designed to increase the joie de vivre. A fragrance encouraging and inspiring, radiating pleasure and happiness. Striking an ode to sensuality and seduction, which urges people to seize the moment, the famous carpe diem, and to fully enjoy the pleasures of this earthly paradise.
The citrus notes of bergamot and mandarin are mixed with fresh accents of jasmine and warm woody accords of cypress, pine and laurel.
The design of the bottle is inspired by the many facets of the diamond, as well as to various aspects of the personality of a woman.
The new fragrance, a collaboration with Coty, will be available from February 2015.