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Italian Romanticism
The Language Of Love
Italy is romance. You can find it in any of the wonderful and unique cities, quirky beach towns, and luscious countrysides. Whether you're strolling on the authentic cobblestone streets, or roaming our blossoming groves of italian citrus, Italy is just waiting for you to discover the true meaning of 'amore'. This collection will give you a sweet taste and have you craving more, no matter where you find yourself in the world.
The Styling
La Dolce Vita
One of the aspects that I love about my collection is the versatility and the wearability of all of the items. I have chose color pallets that compliment all skin-tones, and cater to a range of body shapes and sizes. The key to my styling is in the textures, not just for the finished look of the outfit but for functionality too. In Italy, our seasons are unpredictable and every day dressing is an art form in its own right. Layering tone on tone colors is my favorite way to stay chic without compromising on style.
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My Love Letter
Dear Italy...
Tante persone cercano la bellezza senza la bestia, ma L'Italia, cara mia, tu sei entrambe delle cose. Un paradosso di sorte, un enigma che non potrà essere risolto. Alcuni di noi si accontentano con un enigma irrisolto, di perderci dentro mentre perdiamo noi stessi. Qualcuno potrebbe dire che un amore come il nostro è distruttivo. Io invece dico che è l'unico tipo per cui vivere. Dove sono così intrecciata e aggrovigliata in te che non riesco a discernere dove inizi e dove finisci. Rovini ci sono nella nostra bellezza e bellezza negli nostri rovini. Mi hai insegnato non solo l'amore, ma anche la vita. Ho lasicato indietro tanto per te, ho sacrificato tutto ciò che consideravo sacro prima che tu arrivassi. Però in te ho anche trovato ciò che è sacro: cene lunghe e lente, passeggiate in piazza, risate di amici, gli uliveti in campagna, una scia di polvere bianca, un'Alfa Romero rossa, balli alimentati dal vino, una lingua, corteggiamento, musica e soprattutto passione.
Many people seek beauty without the beast, but Italy, my dear, you are both. A type of paradox, an enigma that cannot be solved. Some of us are content with an unsolved puzzle, to get lost inside of it all while we lose ourselves. Some might say that a love like ours is destructive. But I say that it's the only kind to live for. Where I am so intertwined and tangled in you that I cannot discern where you start and where you end. There are ruins in our beauty and beauty in our ruins. You taught me not only love, but also life. I left so much behind for you, I sacrificed everything I considered sacred before you came along. But in you I also found what is sacred: long and slow dinners, strolls in the town square, laughter of friends, olive groves in the countryside, a trail of white dust, a red Alfa Romero, dances fueled by wine, a language, courtship, music and above all: passion.