Today I hang in the wind regarding the theme of my article mostly because of a silly, not that known movie that I sow last night on HBO, named Liberal Arts. I cannot talk of it like an impressive story that will linger in my mind for many days to come, but the idea in the back, the draft concept , was quite close to my heart – literature, books that change your life, books that you are force to read at school and without even knowing it they shape your character.
Starting from this and a very intimate discussion with my mom, I stumbled upon, for the second time, on this video. I will not analyze it, because to me the images say it all. All I can add is that I’m in fact a dreamer. Oooooh what a dreamer!
The sketch in my brain made over the years a male character out of this word, a chic, bohemia person, all fashion addict, with the knowledge of a Harvard professor, a preacher sense of respect and a body of a CK model. I know, it’s just a dream, but I did say I’m a dreamer!
Fashion advice of the day!
I will not, repeat will not get into the details of the love life and all this craziness, but I can say to all of you reading this choose the one with the most qualities, not just of the heart but of the senses too.
Over times all this starts to fade away, and it’s so good to still have the tween snap fedora bought in the prime of the life in an Italian walk through an old town. And if the bookcase is full of old great writers even better!
Offer happiness, receive kindness!