These fashion stories are inspired by editorials, fashion trends and literature.
Our youth, well, it was a time brimming with immeasurable beauty and constant brooding. One where the girls wore cotton candy hues, and so did the boys. We spent our days in a garden back then, lounging in our dresses on velvet sofas or resting on the pink walls next to rose bushes, longing for the one who never shows interest in us. It was a time we unabashedly daydreamed of arguments that trigger the longing, of the perfectly imperfect moment of that first kiss, and the death of the loved one which would create a love untainted by the mundane of the world. CONTINUE READING...
“She stood there, drowning in summer woes.”
She could have gone outside, but she wouldn’t.
She had spent the winter months thinking about the forthcoming days of summer, waiting in anticipation, longing for the days of nonchalance and daydreaming of white cotton dresses, but now, all she did was frown and pace in the summer house, feeling distant from the other tourists frolicking on the beach.
“Sundays are for lace and familia…”
I attended a small gathering on Sunday afternoon on the patio of this Italian palazzo. I wasn’t sure what the occasion was but it looked fun with young women donning pop socks and cat eyeliners, wrinkles and hair brooches on the older ones; little boys running circles around the waiters and so much bread and cannoli. CONTINUE READING...