My mother was a fashion designer and always wanted to work but she lived in a country where men didn't want her to work. Men thought her fantasy was evil.
he wanted to dress black women in a country where they always wore dark colors and black. She fought to bring color to a sad country full of people who always judged her.
But she continued to create, she was always there for all those women who wanted to be not only dressed but also listened to. But men judged her badly because she put strange ideas of freedom to those women who were often treated badly by their husbands. I'm talking about a small town that wasn't as modern as it is today.
Those were bad times for women, and men expected women to all stay home and have children.
My mother had received the gift of creativity and she would design her own dress patterns in order to bring some happiness into the lives of those sad people.
But everyone made war on her and so when she met my father she was forced to leave her country because she understood that it was very difficult to destroy a tradition that had been going on for many years.
She was sad about her choice, which my father had requested, but she always went back to her country and took an interest in those women. She was a kind of fairy who wore beautiful things, who listened, who did magic with clothes and everyone loved her.
She passed on this creativity to me but I live in a country now where women only think about money, where they never smile and where they only think about buying dark and black clothes and I can't do anything because I'm judged and criticized and I feel very uncomfortable because i don't do the same things they do and i don't have any friends and i only listen to my cats.
What is the use of so much imagination if you can't give it to anyone? What is the use of creating so many things if I then have to keep them locked up in the attic?
The gypsy style includes a variety of lace and tie sandals, and an on-trend floral print long dress. This style is very similar to the boho style but there are some differences between them. It is mainly concerned with the details and colors. For example, light dress with small knee length floral print with thin straps refers to the Boho style and red or black in long floor dress with a large floral print - it is Gypsy Style.
Things in the style of gypsies should be combined with other clothes in your wardrobe base. It can be self-colored or body cotton T-shirt which can slightly dampen a bright gypsy style. If you will be wearing a white T-shirt with a round neck, you can wear any branded long skirt or pants with a large floral print.
To add an image in the style of gypsy clothing can be from other styles except boho style. For example, a long dress in a floor can be complemented with "cat's eye" style sunglasses or stiff leather bag. The image of the Gypsy would be better to look at the beach. These beautiful colorful things will look great on the marine background. This season in the fashion summer collections of many designers there are a lot of things in this style.
Gypsy style implies a presence of all kinds of hats and scarves and other accessories. Gypsy style minimalism is not peculiar. This means that simple earrings should be put off. It is recommended to choose large rings or special ornaments on the head. Of course, since he can not come to the office, but at various music festivals such an image would be appropriate.
Perhaps most of all the image with the hat in the gypsy style. There should also be no mistaking the hat in the boho style gypsy hat style. Boho - a 70s western hat, with a wide brim, and decorated in a folk style. For the Gypsy style it is better to choose a fedora hat.
Another possibility of adding a "gypsy" in their own way is the use of colors for decoration. This can be a natural, braided hair original hair or floral decoration. Fortunately, all kinds of bouquets and flowers can now be purchased almost anywhere.
There are moments in which I would like to go back to when I was little, moments that I miss and that unfortunately will never come back. I miss that innocence and that light-heartedness that I had, I looked at the world with different eyes, a beautiful world. I imagined already after the age of 20 with a job, a guy who cared about me and that only I existed as a woman for him. I imagined many beautiful things, but everything remains the fruit of my imagination alone. I miss it when I played dolls, when I watched cartoons on TV, the beautiful ones that passed Italy one. I miss living in my beautiful imaginary world.As a child my favorite singer was Domenico Modugno. My mom played the CD on the stereo in my room, while I sat on the floor and let myself be carried away by her splendid voice, from the melancholy of “Hello baby” to the roaring laughter of “Io, mammeta e tu”, in my opinion. best interpretation of the great classic. My favorite song was “Vecchio frack”, because I loved the idea of ​​that mysterious and elegant man walking through the streets of the sleeping city. As a child, however, I did not understand that in the end the protagonist committed suicide by throwing himself into the river. I thought “that top hat and that hat floats away” was a magic trick. The mysterious man was a magician, who at dawn decided to disappear, leaving his elegant clothing as a trace.Only tonight did I realize the greatest indirect teaching I received as a child and which has always determined my subsequent life choices. My grandfather has always been curious and has always had an irrepressible desire for knowledge, which I then inherited. I remember that when we played “names, things and cities” he invented words when he could, to make me laugh. I was already a compulsive reader as a child, every week I was in the library to borrow four / five books, I devoured them with my eyes, brain and heart. He was making up words, then, and I was laughing like crazy. But then I wanted justice: “Grandfather, this animal does not exist, look, I’ll show you on the book I have in the library: there are all the species in the world and if you check the index it doesn’t fit what you wrote”. And he smiled pleased.Tonight I had three of the most recurring dreams of my childhood. I clearly remember the feeling of fear and oppression I felt: it wasn’t there today. Today I was not afraid. In the first, when I got lost, dragged away into the sea by rushing currents, I didn’t start to cry, but I started looking, where I had landed, for an escape route. In the second, in the car with my grandparents, I managed to prevent them from the accident that would have dragged us down a cliff. But it was the last dream that struck me most of all: it is the one I best remembered having already lived. This time I wasn’t at the bottom of that hole in the ground asking for help, no. This time I was outside and by chance I saw the movements of a group of children who had fallen by mistake. This time I didn’t ask for help, I gave it. This time I went down the tunnel and led them out through the road I still knew from the dream of many years ago. I am no longer a defenseless child. Now I’m on the other side. Maybe it scares me a little.Since I was a child I was fascinated by magic and the stories that spoke of it. But I had a big gripe. In nearly all, if not all, fairy tales, female characters fell into two categories: those who could use magic and those who found love. As if it were not possible for the protagonist (or co-star / love interest) to have both magic, or power, and love. In Snow White you could choose whether to be the sweet and inert princess or the cruel and doomed to a sad sorceress end. Same thing in Sleeping Beauty. In Peter Pan you could choose between the well-liked because helpful Wendy or the magical, but envious, Tinker bell.When I was little and it was time to go to bed, my grandmother would lie down next to me and tell me a story. She almost always invented them … and then when I asked her to tell me an old one she didn’t remember them anymore. So, every time a story was “wrong” I interrupted it, and I began to tell it myself. Grandmother fell asleep. At that point I would get up leaving my grandmother in my bed and go back to play.Taking advantage of the windy afternoon, it seems almost March and not October, I hung out the laundry … I like it, the memories of my grandmother and my mother resurface, I like it because then the sheets acquire a special scent, a freshness and a whiteness that not even as new they had. From the window I watched them beaten by the wind imagining that with all those jolts every little residue of negativity flew away, dispersing in the air. Maybe you could do all this with your soul.I would start from the beginning … what do we remember about us? the first image that comes to your mind of yourself as a child? the moment when you become aware of yourself? The fact is that the first thing we do is establish a social contact of affection, without fear, with unconsciousness with those around us … So let’s go …I know that nobody cares, I’ve always known, I just can’t understand why I’ve pretended up until now that it wasn’t. Maybe I just lulled into the idea of ​​something different, because we humans are like that we like every now and then to live in the arms of our illusions that gently rock us and lead us to dream of receiving a few more caresses.Under the excuse of freedom of expression hides a lack of empathy, tact and sensitivity. The sense of beautiful things has been lost a little. The habit of advising rather than insulting and the opportunity to remain silent rather than filling one’s mouth with unsolicited opinions on strictly personal life choices has been lost. They exchange smiles for falsehood, understanding for inconsistency, education for weakness and humility for hypocrisy. One is no longer accustomed to kindness.
A style always remembered for great class and elegance. These are the characteristics that make an Armani garment unmistakable.
From classic to innovative and design clothes, there are many areas in which the collections range. All under a clear guideline: the unmistakable Italian style. His style is inspired by the great black and white films of the 1930s, sharp cuts and cool colors: gray, beige, sand or the famous blue-Armani.
Both Arab and Oriental culture is of great influence within the collections designed by Giorgio Armani: many Korean collars or large tunic coats presented in 1990.
Both Cate Blanchett and Leonardo Di Caprio have chosen to dress the designer's garments for a famous Hollywood night: the delivery of the Oscars; Giorgio Armani said he felt totally in line with the style adopted by the actors. The Armani Group, after the damage caused by bad weather in November of this year, decided to donate the proceeds of three A / X Olimpia Milano matches to the Civil Protection.
A few years ago, Forbes magazine declared him the fifth richest man in Italy and among the 150 richest in the world. His heritage is truly envious, built step by step in a very long career spanning over fifty years in the world of high fashion. His most famous words are "Elegance is not being noticed but being remembered".
Why do certain clothes look absurd?
Because that's how fashion is: it doesn't just create clothes and trends, it's an art form that provokes an emotional reaction and prompts us to ask ourselves who we are. And this is what we writers do when we express ourselves. We do not want to tell about us or seduce someone but only arouse reactions and emotions.
Jean-Paul Gualtier is one of those internationally renowned designers who always inspires a lot of joy, and when I lived in London I met him personally and he was very nice. Especially for the irony of his fashion, as he demonstrated for the umpteenth time during the last spring haute couture show, when he dedicated the collection to his mentor Pierre Cardin, in an explosion of Space Age and Swinging 60s. Gualtier is a man who seems born on purpose to be the center of attention, one who knows how to monopolize the eyes thanks to a smile and the desire to play. As happened during the Twister challenge with Alessandro Cattelan during the late show And then there is Cattelan. L’enfant terrible, as the designer has often been nicknamed, is also preparing for his one man show to be held next October during the Parisian Fashion Freak Show. Now that Gaultier is no longer an enfant, his history is worth retracing.Nicknamed the “enfant terrible” of fashion, his goal has always been to go against the tide: kilt suits for men, conical bustiers for women … In 1983, he devises and launches the concept of toy boy, the man dressed as a blue sailor which would eventually become his trademark.Jean Paul Gaultier himself with fashion skirt
Doesn't Lily Collins remind you of the famous and mythical Audrey Hepburn? The deeply dark look, the sober style, the simplicity of her elegance, all bring back to the actress we appreciated and loved in Breakfast at Tiffany's.
I discovered it in the film Inheritance, which I loved very much. I see that she is an inconspicuous and not redone actress. I see her simple makeup and her essential style and it reminds me of the divine Audrey. What do you think?
Lily Collins evokes the myth of Audrey Hepburn, who has always been her great source of inspiration. And the similarity between the two is truly remarkable. And it is precisely her charm that reminds many and makes us think of another great actress, in this case from the past, whose resemblance to Collins is truly impressive.The clothes she wears do not require a perfect physique. They are simple and the style can be imitated by any girl. Its beauty is simplicity. No heavy makeup, no very long nails, no too flashy shoes. Only herself in an exemplary mîse.If you have to go to an event, a party, a wedding, here, you can take a cue from her. Be simple and cute with clothes that are not vulgar and not too expensive.Even in a tank top and ponytail, Lily looks elegant and fabulous. You can be the queen of charm even just by wearing very normal and casual clothes.So this post of mine is an invitation to all girls to look for a simpler, less flashy, and more elegant but not flashy style. After all, it takes very little to be cute. Don’t use kilos of makeup, don’t wear false eyelashes, don’t stand on the toes of stilettos to look beautiful. You already are and those who don’t appreciate you don’t deserve you.
When I speak and say something, I am never understood. When I speak and say something I am not listened to because I do not speak on video. I write and speak. I don’t record videos. Those who make videos perhaps have a better chance of being heard and understood, even appreciated by everyone. The videos are more followed. I am never taken into consideration because I don’t start talking in front of a cam, I don’t show my tits, I don’t whisper, I don’t blink, I don’t talk about fashion and make-up. I feel very frustrated about this because in this society only videos matter. People want to see someone, fantasize, imagine. I don’t show videos. I speak. But I’m not understood.
It’s just a question of survival. Just this. There is nothing else. All with the same purpose. Nothing is really what it seems. Looking for someone. Find someone. And then endure, suffer and suffer for work, for food, for children, for something wrong, because there is always something wrong. Why don’t you eat with love. What life would this be? We might as well tear ourselves apart like wolves instead of gradually wounding ourselves in the same place. If there is no food, the aggression of human beings comes out. If no resources are found, we all become ferocious wolves. We are animals and not evolved beings. We are still guided by our biology. We have hormones that make us do things we later regret. But we can’t cancel these hormones. Animals adapt better than humans. They don’t have to match clothes or wear makeup. They just need to show mane or feathers. They don’t have to get hold of various trappings to show their role. Human beings waste a lot of energy to earn money and show themselves in a certain way. And the whole is built. I mean that animals show what they have naturally had. Human beings, on the other hand, show what they got with money. The adaptation is therefore more complicated because it requires the use of more resources. Human beings rely on beauty but women choose money. If we put Briatore and any handsome young man with him would you choose? Briatore. Many guys recently call themselves Incel and have focused on their ugliness as a yardstick for their failure with women. But they did not understand that women look at money and not at the face. If a man shows up in a fancy suit or expensive car and designer clothes and a lot of money rest assured that most of the girls will say okay. The girls of this generation obviously, because that of the previous generation were satisfied with a man with a steady job. Now, however, the girls want the absolute rich.
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