STORY OF A SUNFLOWER

Imagine for a moment a sunflower, a yellow so beautiful that you would look at it for hours; imagine it in a greenhouse, with artificial light, non-passing air and strategically placed sprinklers. The sunflower still there, always remains true and clean and absorbs nothing but hot condensed air between the glass of the greenhouse; he lives in something unnatural, in order to be cut off when he grows perfectly, almost to seem fake. Everything that goes around it is artificial and makes it grow in an environment that is too protected and built up. But will he ever know what freedom is? The beauty of the sunlight beating on the petals and the passion that drives him to turn towards him following him everywhere; the pain of the hail that tries to bring it down. The flower, that of the field, grows stronger and more resistant; maybe not so beautiful because it was forged by time and bad weather, but what about the greenhouse? Oh no, he will be beautiful, he will be an enviable flower, fake but weak and that can easily be razed to the ground and not because someone decides to pick it. No one would pick a sunflower with a few missing petals and a slightly darkened stem. And our world is exactly like that, it's a world of fields and greenhouses and each one grows in one of two places. It is up to us to move and explore, we who can come out of the shell and take our freedom, breathe the air and really savor everything that knows true, of life because those flowers, all flowers will never have the opportunity to do so. , but think about it if they had a choice? I'm sure that if they could they would run away, far away, where they could grow as they were originally created. Free to color the world.

ACCEPTANCE

Mary Magdalene looked out the window and saw Jesus sitting under a tree in his garden. He was a wonderful man. She had known many men, she was a famous prostitute, even kings knocked on her door, she was one of the most desirable flowers of the era. But she had never seen such a man, why a person like Jesus carries around him an invisible aura which he confers on him a transcendent beauty; he was not of this world. Around him was a light, a grace … the way he walked, sat down … he looked like an emperor dressed as a beggar. At such a point he seemed to belong to another world that Magdalene asked the servants to come out to invite him into the house, but he refused. He said, “I’m fine here. The tree is wonderful and gives a great shadow ». Magdalene had to go out in person to invite Jesus, she couldn’t believe that someone refuses his invitation. He said, “Come into my house and be mine guest”. Jesus replied: «I have already come to your house, I have already become a guest. Now I don’t need anything else ». She couldn’t understand. He said, “No, come in and don’t tell me no. Nobody ever told me. Can’t you do something as small as become my guest, eat with me and stay in my company tonight? ‘ Jesus said, “I accepted. But remember: those who claim to accept you have never accepted you, and none of those who claim to love you have ever loved you. But I tell you: I love you, and only I can love you ». However, he did not enter the house; after resting, he left.




SHIBUI: THE “WHITE” JAPANESE BEAUTY

Wabi-sabi (侘 寂) constitutes a Japanese worldview, or aesthetic, founded on the acceptance of the transience and imperfection of things. ... Its aesthetic characteristics include: asymmetry, harshness, simplicity, modesty, intimacy and suggestion of natural processes.
To understand what beauty is for Japanese women, one must think of Ikebana, the ancient art of flowers. A ritual, like calligraphy, the study of literary compositions and poetry, which the Zen masters have transfigured into a religious experience of reflection and illumination, in a way to guide the mind towards the absolute.
Precise and meticulous rituals: beauty must be regal, intense and shining because we already know that it will vanish and that we will vanish with it and is linked to the total acceptance of destiny, beyond good and evil, according to the aesthetic vision of " wabisabi ”, founded precisely on the transience of things. Therefore, the obsession with punctual and exasperated care has its roots steeped in a millenary and powerful spiritual tradition, in the philosophy and religious influences of Buddhism and Shintoism. Obsession of a people full of contradictions and contrasts, which combines devotion to the past with a vision that anticipates the future. Where manual treatments coexist with hyper-technological and sophisticated tools that try to reproduce, at home, the salon protocols. By transforming aesthetics, and the radiance of the face, from theory to practice. Like in an Ikebana, like in a Buddhist prayer. Into something sacred.
The attention of Japanese women to the care and maintenance of a complexion that is as ethereal as possible, flawless and white as snow, is a known fact. This obsession becomes very obvious by visiting any cosmetic shop, perfumery or even pharmacy in Japan: facial masks, creams, treatments of all kinds to whiten or "illuminate", as the Japanese say, the complexion and achieve the much desired aesthetic canon of bihaku (literally "white beauty", equivalent to the maximum level of beauty that a woman's skin can reach).
The appreciation of white skin as an aesthetic canon has very deep roots in Japan and dates back to about 1300 years ago, during the period between the Asuka (538 - 710 AD) and Nara (710 - 794 AD) eras when, at the same time to the massive import from China of Buddhist religious practices and technical knowledge in various fields, customs related to the aesthetics and fashion of the time began to appear on the shores of the Japan archipelago. Among these, the white color of the leather as a sign of elegance and value. The application of a whitish powder called oshiroi (literally "white powder") obtained from the crushing of rice or shells of shells practiced up to that moment in Japan, was gradually replaced by the much more effective technique introduced by the continent which consisted in the whitening of the skin by smearing a lead-based substance on it.
Thanks also to the admiration with which the aristocracy in Japan looked at the refinement of the sophisticated Chinese civilization of the time, the practice of whitening the skin with a state of lead-based oshiroi soon became a widespread fashion among the nobles of the Japanese court. . Not only women, but also men of the nobility used to apply a base of oshiroi to the face. Being an extremely expensive and precious cosmetic, the concept of aesthetic beauty was accompanied by the symbol of one's status in society at the same time. And so, from the spasmodic desire for beauty and elegance pursued by the refined court aristocracy, the aesthetic cult for a pale white complexion, of an absolute whiteness and free of imperfections, was consolidated in Japan.
Over the centuries, the custom of painting the face and neck with a layer of milky white oshiroi has given way to the much more sustainable concept of a skin tending to white in a "natural" way. Even if Japanese women no longer paint their faces, the value and quality of a white skin remains implicit in historical memory, an aesthetic canon handed down to the present day and of which all the shopping centers in Japan are unequivocal proof, for their offer in terms of cosmetics that enhances the whiteness of the skin as the value to aspire to.
After the World War, however, there was a reversal of the trend. The same Shiseido, giant of the Japanese cosmetics industry, launched in 1966 the promotional campaign for a summer line of cosmetics focused on the concept of the enjoyment of summer, whose slogan read "Let us love the Sun", and depicted (Japanese) models from golden skin in the rays of the sun. In those years it was customary for girls who could not get a natural tan on the beach to use foundation with warm bronze colors. But it was a fashion incompatible with tradition, and destined to soon evaporate from the collective imagination.

The development of scientific research, and with it the evidence that exposure to sunlight causes unpleasant consequences such as spots and wrinkles, as well as dangerous skin diseases, has favored a return to the ancient preference of Japanese women for a white and flawless complexion like a blanket of fresh snow. The candid beauty of white which, as the saying goes, has the intrinsic strength to condone other imperfections. It is the concept of bihaku, that is the aesthetic canon par excellence that has established the boundary between elegance and vulgarity in Japan for centuries.

BORN IN THE STONE

So ready to disappear
I was
so featherweight
and apologize to the skin
with every dust of air
for undue occupation,
so impressed by the transparency
I was
to make glass
tersissimo
to dazzling mornings
and smell of wave
between propped bodies.
So strictly useless
the soul
my
to keep it green next to it
in the long course of the so-called
dating
without any unhinging
of speech.
"Then? Then?"
Then
I slipped out
in hard peel
world skin,
I make a silence
on evil,
a cloak
of insolent beauty
terrestrial.
I cannot command
this flow
it is a great work
of clear yield
with a majestic current,
I am a word to the light
I was born.

BEAUTY IS THE BEAST

On social media, speaking above all of influencers and models who often publish their photos showing themselves beautiful, thin / me with a face practically without imperfections, it has now gone to establish an exaggerated and in my opinion also dangerous exposure h24 to fees too tall and often not authentic. It must be said that for the publication of these photos "filters" are often used to remove the imperfections of the body and thus make the person in the photo more beautiful. A smooth face for example is often caused by these "effects" that are applied to photos.
Why do I say that these canons of beauty can have dangerous implications? Because in a world where beauty is understood above all with thinness, smooth faces, etc., many boys and girls (teenagers in particular) take all this as a "standard" by not appreciating their body and ending up in the midst of psychological discomfort too. deeper. In fact, we know that the adolescent period is not always rosy and in itself the discomfort for one's body often comes out. So be careful not to increase it.

"Look at this model what a nice slim / dry body she has, mine is more plump and sucks", "look at this influencer what a perfect face she has while mine is affected by acne and it sucks" are simple examples of that that guys can think even just looking in the mirror.

The message that must pass on the web (and fortunately there are some famous people who do this) is that everyone has their own body that must be cared for and loved. The message that to be beautiful you must necessarily have a "standard" body must not at all pass.

Let's take advantage of these blessed social networks because they can also transmit positive teachings, even more so in this area as now everyone (or at most almost everyone) has already used them from a very young age.

SLEEPING DUTY

Sleeping is one of those things that has always fascinated me. Why we sleep, I mean. We all have basic needs as living beings: we must drink, eat, carry out our organic functions and then we must sleep. Otherwise we don’t work, otherwise we go haywire, in short, we die not to sleep (we have to mention, what do I know, like Nightmare?), It is one of those basic needs. On average, we should sleep about 8 hours a day, which is equivalent to 1/3 of the day, which then means, in a nutshell, about 1/3 of our life. It is a lot of time to think about it, many say it is “wasted” time … maybe instead we have to stay awake and work for 2/3 of our life to get 1/3 of that absolute freedom. When we sleep we enter a world that is made different. We lose contact with reality, dream and re-process the information collected inside and outside of us in a completely personal way. And this step is necessary and fundamental in order not to freak out. Yet we take it for granted. We are what we are when we are awake, that is our identity, what we believe we are is represented by our conscious image and when we are awake and alert we worry about buying a comfortable mattress, arranging the bedroom furniture according to the Feng Shui, to change the sheets, to sleep well, in short. Because sleeping well is more important than eating well, for example. But we take it for granted. I emphasize this, because it is something that few people talk about. At work in the morning typically “what did you do last night?” “Well, I was tired, I had dinner, I saw a movie and then I went to sleep” and then that’s it, life ended there when you closed your eyes and starts again in the morning when the alarm goes off. We recharge our batteries every night, but we don’t talk much about it.
Everything that the human being designs has this mechanism inside: we are always convinced that whatever we do must somehow recharge or rest. We consider it a primary need even for inanimate things. We cannot design or conceive of something that is in perpetual motion. Something that is always on, something that can work perfectly forever. Everything we design has our own basic needs inherent. Only when we have a very bad dream or are unable to sleep does the topic become public “you know, last night I had a terrible dream!” “Ah, don’t tell me, in the last period I haven’t slept so much I was stressed from work, I woke up every 5 minutes!”, Only then do dreams and dream imaginary interfere with our everyday life otherwise nothing, we take it for granted. Sometimes I like to think I have a parallel life. At night, just as it happens in reverse during the day, I am unaware of what I did when I was awake, I wear different clothes and wake up on the other side, where I have another life. They interfere with each other only when there is something serious that does not work on one or the other side of that thin horizon. Otherwise they continue independently, like two parallel lines. Maybe in my dreams I do a different job, I live in another house, I have other animals, other friends, maybe I also have a husband and children, who knows … I am unaware of my daytime life just as I am unaware of mine during the day dream life. It’s not a very original thought, I know it from myself. But it still fascinates me terribly.

HEY GIRL

Hey girl, So come on you feel. Are you sad right? You are on the verge of crying every moment and sometimes you do it even, when no one sees you, locked in your room. You often don’t like yourself and don’t understand your behaviors. You are afraid, afraid of losing people, afraid of not being enough, afraid of the future, of loving, of appearing fragile, of being hurt, of trusting, of truly caring for a person. But the truth is you’re tired, right? Are you tired of saying that everything is okay, of crying when no one sees you, of smiling in front of everyone when inside you are collapsing, you are tired of losing people you cared about, tired of believing that you are always in love with the wrong person, tired of always listening the usual songs and always having the same memories, always having bad grades at school, tired of getting up in the morning and facing another day that you know will destroy you, tired of feeling disappointed, tired of waiting for something that won’t happen, tired of being disappointed, hurt, tired of never being the right one. Tired, just tired of life. So why are you smiling? Why do you go on with your head held high despite everything? Why do you still believe in a world where there is room for you? Why do you keep dreaming? To fall in love? To think that people are better? You are strong girl don’t forget it, in the end you will be happy too. Never stop smiling, okay?

TODAY I DON’T WANT

Today I don’t feel like it, even yesterday I didn’t feel like it, maybe I haven’t felt like it for several days, it bothers me to think about how much time is passing by now. I don’t feel like it and I go back to bed, I put on the music, today Italian because I need words, I need to listen to something that tells me a story, L’Officina della Camomilla sounds like a fairy tale, like a Walt Disney cartoon but revisited from Tim Burton: They listen to horrible music and turn poets upside down, they skip dinner and most of all they don’t want to see anyone. I also don’t feel like it. I start writing here, I still don’t know what in particular, I write thoughts, as if there was someone to tell them to, perhaps because I wish there was someone, perhaps I like to believe that someone is listening. The “on air” sign has lit up and I can start with words. And I think of all the things I could do, “I could” because I don’t “have” to do anything anymore, no commitment to respect, I miss work, I miss monotony, I miss habits, I seem to have become useless, but for who? For society? Maybe yes. Maybe I miss giving my very small contribution within a company, the collaboration, the dates, the deadlines. Now I would have to iron my clothes, put some items on sale (vintage online seems to be in fashion), vacuum the clothes, go to the supermarket, finish the book on the nightstand. How did it happen? How did it happen that the commitments I didn’t have time for turned into all that remains? What am I? Yet I don’t feel like it, I keep putting off these little things like when I didn’t have time to do them. How slow the hours go by, how long the days are, and how empty … Who knows how many we are. The truth is that I feel turned off, reset, I would like to do things that before I did not give the importance that I now understand they had, I want to go to the cinema, I want to visit a gallery, I want to see other landscapes, all the beauty that surrounds me begins to lose its value, everything looks like something small compared to the world outside, I miss the sea, I miss the scents, the flavors, I am no longer hungry, I have lost my enthusiasm and I do not know where to look for it. And I’m afraid, this version of myself scares me, there is a cesspool, deep, too deep, I dropped a pebble in it and I still haven’t heard it coming, from the bottom there is not even the echo, and I I feel very lonely. What a difficult life. they say (and I tell myself) that you have to reinvent yourself, but I feel so simple and obvious that I just don’t know where to start again. It’s a loop of first steps and relapses. Where does it end when it starts to fade?

BELLA KOTAK PORTRAITS

Bella Kotak is a fine art, fashion and portrait photographer. In her works the beauty and fantasy of worlds inspired by fairy tales are inhabited by strong and charismatic women and reveals to the observer the beauty and poetry of the environments, depriving them of the banality in which everyday life has placed them.
Photography changed her life when she grabbed a camera and started a Flickr project. Since then she has been drawn to this medium which translates thoughts and imagination into a tangible form.

Describe her current style as “floral”. “Flowers are always present in my work, even at the beginning when I was attracted to them without realizing it”. “Now, however, in my work everything revolves around flowers, fairytale atmospheres and spring”.
Inspired by fairy tales, nature and strong feminine characters, Bella’s images lift the veil of the past and remind us that there is magic in the most ordinary spaces. The portraits of women express Bella’s passions through photography: floral and fairy-tale subjects that become images capable of taking the observer into another dimension.
Bella has always loved reading many books and this is what fueled her imagination. She likes to create new worlds, new visions that she manages to make real through photography. Many of her photos are set outdoors because Bella loves nature and natural light very much. Shooting outdoors makes her feel much freer and more creative and allows her to capture an energy that cannot be captured if you shoot indoors with artificial light.
For Bella, both in photography and in life, it is important to approach things with a mind free from prejudice and false beliefs. For her it is necessary to recreate life as it was seen as a child, unaware of one’s limits and what was real or not. In his photos he tries to recreate a world where everything is possible and where innocence is the predominant element. Bella does not set limits to her photographic style, she still considers herself a young photographer who still has a lot to learn and for this reason she never stops lessons in new things. Only through experience will his creative eyes develop and create ever new things.
The thing that Bella loves most about photography is the ability to capture moments and create images that are able to impress the viewer. For her it is very important that her photos tell something about her and in fact she always tries to create images that are the sum of what she feels and her thoughts at that precise moment.

EXTREME MAKE UP

In an era in which Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge and wife of the heir to the throne of England, nonchalantly flaunts the same dress on several occasions, clearing the practice of recycling against which fashion addicted have pointed the finger for many years, It is no surprise that more and more companies are emerging on the Web that make second-hand clothes and accessories their specialty. Yet, the idea that Karen Horiuchi had when she founded Glambot.com is definitely new: instead of t-shirts, tops, skirts and dresses, the company has focused on make-up, selling eyeshadows, foundations at discounted prices. and even used and “refurbished” make-up brushes.
She’s good, wear makeup as well. A little mascara and a trickle of pencil. Put a brush of powder on it too and be careful not to forget your dear friend blush. Put whatever you want in it, and then get out. Have fun, drink, laugh, joke, scream, don’t care, live! But then you will have to go home and take off that mask that you created yourself adapting it to your face. You didn’t think about this huh? You can’t wear it forever, it’s a mask destined to be taken off, sooner or later. It is one of those masks that make you look beautiful at first; but then its beauty gradually fades away and all that remains is your true beauty; the one you have never noticed, because it lies in simplicity, in small gestures, in the most hidden details. That true beauty that you have never shown anyone; the one that no one knows; the one no one knows exists. Maybe because you don’t want anyone to see it, or maybe you think that, once it is revealed, nobody would appreciate it. And the funniest thing of all is that others do the same thing to you, without your knowledge. Because this is now a world of masks in which the actors who wear them are none other than the protagonists of this film called “Life”, where appearing is more important than being; where the story of being beautiful inside, nobody cares. Where nobody ever thinks that perhaps it would be better to be hated for who they really are, than loved for that fucking mask that we insist on wearing to please others.
Why do you stay in front of the mirror for hours before you go out? There is always someone more beautiful than you. Why do you look at the clock every five seconds? So much gives you the hole. Why do not you eat? You suck even with ten kilos less. Why are you wearing makeup? No one ever looks at your eyes anyway. Why are you hoping for it? Nothing good ever happens to you anyway.
All women need makeup. Don’t let anyone tell you a different thing. The only woman who was pretty enough to go without makeup was Elizabeth Taylor and she wore tons of it. “A few days ago I came across this phrase written as a caption under a photo shared on instagram by a fashion blogger, I felt offended and I I’m angry. The girl defines herself as a “fashion influencer” and this made me reflect, because actually she is a girl who is very active on social media and has a following of about 33,000 people, mostly girls who could potentially take her as a model and follow what he says, being influenced. I wondered how it is possible to write such a thing, to get the message across that everyone needs to wear makeup, to get the message across that they are not “enough”. how to make this girl reflect on the fact that it is not a good message at all. A friend of mine commented, in a very calm and open way to dialogue. , in response, the girl deleted the comment, changed the caption (without much improvement, however) and blocked my friend. I think that all these girls who have all this following could have great opportunities to pass important messages, to influence in a positive and constructive way instead they get lost in these frivolities, they remain on the verge of superficiality … Probably because that’s what “sells” “, this is what” earns “. The baseness that is raised and acclaimed pisses me off.
Many think about the type of girl they would like: tall, short, brunette, blonde, eec… but I think about when. I would like to meet her in the morning, still sleepy because the night before she studied a little too much, without makeup and with the overalls, because having gone to sleep late she obviously woke up late and left the house in a hurry. If on that occasion I find her beautiful I do not dare to imagine how she will be once dressed well and made up. So dear girls, don’t wear too much make-up like clowns because simple you are beautiful …

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