The Glamour of Italian Fashion Exhibition

            London is one of the most fashionable cities in the world. It is undeniable. So there are a lot fashion exhibitions taking place here such as Jean Paul Gaultier Exhibition, Wedding Dresses 1775-2014 Exhibition or The Glamour of Italian Fashion 1945-2014 Exhibition I attended a few weeks ago. It is held in The Victoria and Albert Museum, one of the most beautiful places in London in my opinion. The exhibition perfectly showcased the path of italian fashion of small ateliers becoming leading couture geniuses in the world. How 'Made in Italy' started to add value to the product. There were amazing dresses by very famous designers, people could watch short documentaries about fashion shows of 40's and 50's. It was very interesting to walk there and feel the evolution of the fashion in general. They don't allow to take photos in there, but I'm known for being sneaky in such things ;) That is why I managed to take some pictures, so I could share them with you...

Roman Holiday

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”
— Audrey Hepburn


I want to belive in pink, in the fact that laughing is the best calorie burner, in kissing, kissing a lot, in being strong no matter what life gives you, that happy girls are the prettiest, that maybe tomorrow is another day and in miracles...

I'm sure lots of us want to believe in love, in beauty that Audrey Hepburn brought to this life, in her eyes of Bamby that shine through her characters in movies, in Gregory Peck with his smoldering appearances, in their chemistry in Roman Holiday (1953)...

A fairytale with an ending that is not expected in a black and white movie of 50s. A brief and pure love that grow in front of your eyes and that goodbye in front of eveyone's eyes but with feelings only for two...

minutes in Florence

Приезжаешь во Флоренцию, сходишь с поезда. Заселяешься в отеле поблизости, прямо в центре города. Ходишь по узким улочкам с трехэтажными домами и окнами со ставнями, где первые этажи либо пиццерии, либо сувенирные лавки. Выходишь на площадь с Duomo. Закупаешься сувенирами, пробуешь пиццу, затем gelato. Не смотря на двухчасовую очередь, заходишь в музей и поражаешься величественности 'Давида' Микельанджело. Но только обзорная экскурсия по городу на закате открывает перед тобой всю красоту местности и рождает в тебе эмоции, которые ожидал пережить при приезде. Проезжая по берегам реки 
 со средневековыми мостами или поднимаясь на зеленые холмы с желтыми виллами с видом на Флонецию тебя уносит далеко-далеко.  Ты там есть и тебя нет одновременно. Мысли витают далеко в облаках, смениваясь со скоростью смены пейзажа перед глазами; купола храмов, стена замка с многолетней историей, река с отражением заходящего солнца... Непередаваемо.