Last Saturday, I went to see the exhibition at Sotheby’s titled “The World of Freddie Mercury,” in anticipation of the upcoming auction in September. It was a marvelous display, brimming with items—no, overflowing, I would say. It’s as if his world, his home, had been transported into Sotheby’s. (I’ll provide
Lifestyle
In the hostile country, in this strange summer, the sun isn’t in fashion. And today, when the sun was out and it was beautiful, I took advantage of it. Lunch break in the park, lying on the grass, coffee, 25 degrees, a gentle breeze. Ideal temperature. Perfect weather. On days
My obsession with tattoos is fairly recent. I’ve always dreamed of having them since I was a child, looking at them with both suspicion and admiration towards those who had them and endured that pain. Then came the illness, the pain, yes, that was real pain. And I couldn’t heal
My obsession with skincare, or “La mia fissa per la cura della pelle,” is taking a bad turn. It all started back in the summer of 2014 when I had a severe case of hives on my legs. Since then, I’ve been paying close attention to the ingredients in products.
I have never had a good relationship with the gym or physical activity in general. I get bored easily and, above all, I get tired! Well, the world of sports. I must say that I have tried many sports such as tennis, classical ballet (not sure if it counts as
Yesterday in the unfriendly town it was a holiday (granted by King Charles III for his coronation) and what did I do? I changed my wardrobe. Motivated by the sunny day, focused on the heat that might come, and also because it was something I had to do sooner or
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