photo&video: Renato Giaccari | inVITRO
photographer’s
assistant: Melania Buhalakis
models: Fabio F. – Samantha A. | CMproject
B O D Y S C A P E
giovedì 8 novembre 2012
E.V.A | capsule collection |
In collaborazione con:
IN VITRO LAB
E.V.A | capsule collection |
ROSIE | inVITRO & Melania Buhalakis
100% jersey di cotone
colori: nero, cipria, prugna
t-shirt con taglio a vivo e dettagli in pelle
FIONA | inVITRO & Melania Buhalakis
100% jersey di cotone
colori: nero, bianco, prugna
t-shirt con taglio a vivo e dettagli in pelle
| Marco Aurelio Tuccillo - fashion & accessories designer
| Renato Giaccari - photographer & creative director
Il resto della collezione sul sito:
http://www.invitrolab.it/
lunedì 29 ottobre 2012
You're my favorite flavour
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
Pablo Neruda
photo & One-shoulder Dress: Melania Buhalakis
mercoledì 10 ottobre 2012
: Bright Star
“I
almost wish we were butterflies
and liv'd but three summer days -
three such days with you
I could fill with more delight than fifty common years
could ever contain.”
John Keats
| Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne |
John Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
Fanny Brawne: Who was the figure?
John Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can't remember.
Fanny Brawne: And yet you remember the treetops.
John Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
Fanny Brawne: Whose lips? Were they my lips?
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
BrightStar Necklace: Melania Buhalakis
and liv'd but three summer days -
three such days with you
I could fill with more delight than fifty common years
could ever contain.”
John Keats
| Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne |
John Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
Fanny Brawne: Who was the figure?
John Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can't remember.
Fanny Brawne: And yet you remember the treetops.
John Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
Fanny Brawne: Whose lips? Were they my lips?
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
John Keats
BrightStar Necklace: Melania Buhalakis
venerdì 1 giugno 2012
lunedì 28 maggio 2012
Under your skin the moon is alive.
L’immaginazione non è uno stato mentale:
è l’esistenza umana stessa.
William Blake
Underwater Thights by LiquiDiamonds
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