If only I could express my imagination so eloquently.
Nostalgic white feathers that lie down on a majestic staircase. Like snowflakes just mentioned. The retro atmosphere of a double height living room, in a New York City loft. A glimpse of Tokyo. Not a generic corner. One of those that from the hustle bustle of the city introduces you to the still silence of the Zen garden. The smell of rain. And the colors of the opened umbrellas. Who knows how it would be if, at some point, we’d throw them all in the air. Flowers where you just don’t expect them. A fifties atmosphere. Because a dish of spaghetti with tomato sauce can be eaten wearing a black lace dress in a pub in Brooklyn. A black and white photo. Eccentric jewelry. Delfina Delettrez for kenzo. Cameos for Tom Binns.
Nostalgiche piume bianche che si poggiano leggere su una scalinata. Come…
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