The way we live

Bloggers are now the most discussed figures in the fashion world because of their influence on people.

Well, now Internet, and so the blogosphere, is the best channel for the trasmission of ideas, infos and views, indeed in this century what matters is immediacy, and then images.  The point is that I don’t believe in fashion bloggers, like the ones that merely post their pictures around the world, and nothing else, and then they’ll be the most beautiful, intelligent and fashion people in the world.

I think that fashion is something else. First of all, it’s history, and then movement, design, architecture, it’s all the arts in one. Fashion is drawing, taking photos, writing, speaking. You can’t be powerful just wearing a dress, but without knowing its history, its past, or its future. Dresses are just the ultimate product of a intricate process.

I’m sorry, but fashion blogger must go down some stairs instead of taking all the credits for something they have chosen in a store or a boutique and that they call fashion. Fashion’s not Chanel or Louis Vuitton. Fashion is the way we live.

You can replicate!

A.

Some history and fashion

Women did not have the right to own anything except their wardrobes, wich is the reason women became so interested in clothes.

This line is about the social (and fashion) situation of women in the late nineteenth century, when women had to submit and obey their husbands, who’s the dominant figure in the society. In one hundred years the world changed a lot, thanks to all the women that fought with their associations in the name of more rights and liberty, also if we’re not free at all. However, still now, fashion is maybe the only thing that belongs to us. are women that move and feed the fashion world, dealing with the family through shopping. and maybe that's why shopping is the only thing that belongs to us, it’s also what we do best, and despite this, we’re never bored. Indeed, shopping is one of the few things that can make us truly happy, that gives us that rush of adrenaline that we need in the darkest moments.

Thanks to all the women, thanks to those who have believed and believe in us, and thanks to fashion that makes us feel alive, living for ourselves, not to gratify men.

If you never try, then you’ll never know

Travelling by train this afternoon, I was thinking about fear. Fear is what makes us men and women, but sometimes fear is also what causes many off our choices, and sometimes prevents us from life. For example, I’m so sorry for all those people who are scared by airplanes, because I think that flying is the most adrenalin- filled experience that could exist. And many people studied and fighted to get to this point to pursue the areonautics technology, changing the world, but most of the people are scared by this thrilling thing. But everyone should try this fantastic experience that culminates in the moment when the plane leaves from ground and takes flight.

And your heart beats loud, but then you can’t go back, but your fear is gone, and you feel your power. Leaving from ground, you leave all other fears, concerns, thoughts. It’s only you, the sky and the clouds. Nothing else!

Well, my message is try, try and try. Because even from fear can come a wonderful experience. As Coldplay sing, If you never try, then you’ll never know!

xoxo,

A.

Life as a market

buttons bought today

Friday morning. Weekly appointment with the city market.

It isn’t very big, neither with so that special things, but I love it, just because it’s MY city’s market! This morning, walking by the street with my friend, I was thinking about how special could be a market. It’ a puode pourri made of everything and everyone. Clothes, shoes, bags, jewellery added to flowers, fruits, vegetables, foods and cuisine’s stuff. You’re all in it, with the merchants that are there, awake from sunrise, and they’re there for you, selling their stuff, maybe to you. The grandmother, the mum, the girl coming back home from school, two friends. Everyone’s there for something, or nothings: maybe is there just to spend one hours,to find something that could makes you happy, to have a walk, to think, to meet people. Well, the point is that in the market there are many people with their own lives, their thinks and things, but all these things intersect, meet, overlap, and for those few moments you feel as if you were a friend of everyone, as if you lived in a happy world, made of shopping, but a world to share with everyone.

Well, my invite for today is to go to the market, trying this experience of simplicity. See, smell, touch, buy, give smiles. That’s the right place to do that!

xoxo,

A.

A Beauti-ful(l) love story

Studying for my fashion exams, I’m trying to find some time for this blog!

It’s wednesday today, so there should be a particular post about movies. Well, this time the movie is The Beauty and the Beast. Yes, it’s only a cartoon, but I think it’s the best cartoon ever, and it was made in 1991, like me! However, I would like to tell you about the musical that’s permorming in Italy (Rome this year!), that I’ve seen last Sunday at Brancaccio’s Theatre. Gourgeous. It’s a breathtaking performance, and you would like to cry for all the two hours. Indeed I think it’s the most romantic drama ever, and actors did their best to let us dream, and also think, in this beauti-ful(l) rapresentation, rich in sweetness, special effects, but also values.

Maybe almost everybody know the history of Belle and her adventures in the magic castle of the Beast, but not everyone knows that this fairy tale, written many times in diffents countries, has its birth with the Apuleio’s Amore e Psiche (do you know, Canova’s best work…), a love story about metamorphosis, magic and beauty.

So, during the musical made of Alan Menken’ Oscar’s soundrack, you can dream with Belle, her pure love agains the Beast’s beastly love, that first is material (maybe sexual instinct), but then It will be tranformed in true love, and that’s the love that make Belle think that there’s something else over the awful face of the Beast. She taught him to love, he gave her his heart, his castle, his beauty and his love, too!

Oooh, love is in the air…

“Ever just the same, Ever a surprise, Ever as before, Ever just as sure, As the sun will arise”

God save the women

At times, as in these days, I wonder me on our role, on our being to the world, on our being women.

I look back, in our history, and I see hundreds of women that they have fought and they have sacrificed their life in name of the woman, of the equal opportunities between man and woman. They have fought for changing their position of women remained too for a long time in the shade, overpowered by their patriarchal and sexist families, from their duties without rights, from the abuses, from the false beliefs of a mentality bigot that, to justify the animal instincts of the male, the woman assimilated to the demon, instead that to the direct daughter of Maria. But these ancestresses of ours, then, in the XIX century, thanks to the education, they finally wake up by the hypnosis that had possessed them from the beginning of the times. And they have understood that, in how much human beings that are born, grow, they breathe, they live and they die to the peer of the men, they don't have neither more neither less rights than them.

The problem is that today we seem to forget us of all the struggles and the following, innumerable conquests that these women have gotten for us. We continue to it stuffed to treat from minority, but above all we continue to be used as objects, only because we are us to allow it. We are to dress you unstick us to get the promotion from the head, we are who sell us in exchange for money, only and only of money, that the political scandals create, that we allow our men to betray their women with some lovers, because it is known, the man from the lover wants only a thing, and us, as lovers give it. And these scandals would not exist if we were to the level of the men, if we didn't make us treat from beasts, if we didn't sell us to gratify the men. The woman stays an accessory of the man however. If so it was not, the escorts would not exist.

And where are those revolutions of those women? They disappear, they don't exist anymore. We complain about there so much of the men and of their instincts, but we are us to give him rope, and it will be so always if we don't stitch there and the struggles that the suffragettes have begun continue.

We are special beings us, women, and the men must understand it. Because life would not exist without us, sweetness would not exist, neither the love, neither the beauty. All values that support and move the world.
Long life to us!

Amelia Earhart

Gabrielle Chanel

Maria Montessori

Marie Antoinette

Suffragette – Votes for women

Don’t forget the crystal shoe

As a fashion blogger, I have to say something about this year’s Golden Globes.

Globes excluded, I want to point your attention on the clothes of the stars.

And star is the exact word to describe Olivia Wilde’ ball gown by Marchesa, that make you feel like being in a dream…

And now, a pale pink dress parade, for a cotton candy world! Thank you to our madames, they still know how to be elegant but simply, to feel like modern princesses, and then every dream will come true!

So, Leighton Meester in Burberry Porsum, so chic and…hot….wow, that’s a breathtaking slit!

Megan Fox, with a very particular sleevless corset, she’s in Armani privè, too.

Sandra Bullock and her fashionable one shoulder gown, sooo sparkling, she’s like a grecian diva, wonderful…

And last, but not least, the best of all. She’s the best dramatic actress (for Black swan), the most beautiful, and with the best gown by Victor & Rolf, the best elegant but the simplest one. (PS.she’s pregnant, of course!).

Sweet dreams, with this gorgeous gowns, and remember that the magic will finish at midnight!

xoxo,

A.