ALCUNE CONSIDERAZIONI CIRCA LO SCIOPPING
In via preliminare
La sterlina ha un peso considerevole sul tipo di acquisti che puoi fare a Londra quando ci vai per vacanza.
La cosa vera, tuttavia, è che qui i saldi sono saldi non come a Bari che al massimo mettono il 30% .
I saldi erano quasi finiti.
When I go on holiday I do not buy things ever more voluminous because of the pleasure of buying, I know the tedium of the journey.
The most challenging things I buy are the prints as seen in museums.
Things that I bought (for myself and others) with a budget of 500 €:
No 2 pepper jeans clothes summer collection
No 2 bracelets vintage mother of pearl black / white with gold support
No A vintage brooch with colored stones (I love it, I readily seen projected on a Max Mara coat very seriously)
No 2 pairs of earrings bought at Harrod's spotlight for the sole purpose of demonstrating the universe that you can exit from this store with less than 5 € 5 million € and not as do the Arabs. Yet here I had to leave a beautiful white dress with flounces franch connection by morning I was fine.
No Various kinds of crap from the National Museum of Oscar Wilde magnets, pins of Mao Zedong, stationery representative material from torture etc.. (Dus gave me a postcard with a painting by Giovanni Boldini, which I love)
No variety of crap from Crabtree and Evelyn cheats but there is also shopping at Covent Garden market makes the difference
No various books of crap and the Tate Modern because in the end we are what we are intimately (Suz gave me a wonderful book of photos taken at Kahlo and colorful anecdotes and poetry)
No A doll for my sister who is called "Grow your best friend Ghei. It 's a doll that if you put it in water it grows and grows in size and is your best friend Ghei.
No 1 cup vintage 50's with a bored woman who declares in the balloon "are bored please procuratemi drug."
Basta.
things I wanted to buy but I ran out of money:
una borsa miu miu di pelle a striscie orizzontali sulle tonalità del viola
un paio di guanti paul smith color pastello psichedelici
un paio di guanti paul smith color pastello psichedelici
un piccolo montgomery barbour di lana a sfondo verde bottiglia
un rossetto di shu uemura
una borsa bottega veneta di pelle fatta interamente di foglie sottili marroni
un comò bianco in stile art decò
delle confetture da fortune&mason
una giacca di chanel in lana da selfridge
un anello da tiffany (in argento, semplice)
Basta.
do not know why the Japanese are not the Arabs in the shops of luxury.
do not know why the Arabs are everywhere.
I do not know why it is terribly increase in the number of veiled women in every small town for the sciopping.
CONSIDEREZIONI ON SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE KNOWN
do not know why the young Russian girls to date possess though designer clothes from head to toe and incli chanel makeup with supplies continue to look so scared thinness and the post-Communist who does so much come from a cold place. Dolce & Gabbana devoutly love of which they possess leaders from the 80's and probably prefer to suffer whatever the application of rhinestones, studs and hinges. They despise the fabric bags. Cultivate the perversion of the flesh-colored nylon stockings or even under white shoes with black paint. Never separated from their corcefissini yellow gold probably received at the time of baptism. Do not know the hair cut and continue to represent for me, that category of people who would get high with a gold tooth in the upper mouth.
( in memory of Mary )
The young Russians have a low forehead and a smile East Slavic which is quite a grin. Mocassimi dusters, jewelry di devozione, piccoli sintomi della loro inaspettata e neo acquisita ricchezza, souvenir di vacanze studio a Dubai. Profili come lame, rughe attorno agli occhi. Sembrano tutti o quasi usciti da La promessa dell'assassino. A scuola si impegnano il minimo e preferiscono fare esperienze di vita come i club, tornare a casa in taxi, le donne a pagamento meglio se asiatiche perchè di nessuna religione.
(in ricordo di George)
I giovani turchi sono bassi con gli occhi allungati. Alcuni posseggono la doppia cittadinanza (turca/americana) se sono frutto di matrimoni misti tra professionisti. Da loro si diffonde un vago profumo di europa e il grande impegno per entrarci alla fine, per forever. Tend their brown arms to Europe. As a status, like owning a Rolex, how to be children. I have not met a woman nermmeno, Turkey. Only children and especially my classmate last settimama, Orhan. Muslim, the eighth of 10 children, educated, bilingual, taciturn, winner of the scholarship. Zealot compliance, polygamous, white male in a way so as to be unsettling. He asked me to do a lot of pictures, loved the western custom of kissing goodbye ". He did nothing but commiatarsi with anyone.
(in memory of Orhan and Salim)
Moroccan Some unmarried girls, they turn Europe Sunglasses are nice and sweet and bitter. They have experience in the eyes of the places I have seen and their language is riddled with all things permitted by the Koran. Moroccan unmarried girls running Europe, must somehow have departed from the Koranic laws, but some are serene and quaint in a discrete manner and mysterious. Prortare to go anywhere in the world the warmth of their rich land.
(in memory of Annhan)
It 'hard to fall in love in London in view of the massive presence of ricchioni / married men or fathers, however, of something (children, pets, walking, a place in the bank) . So the most I could do was fall in love for a few hours of my master of "intensive". High and completely wrong, shaving two months, just came out white like Lazarus from the tomb, two eyes to be a candidate for liver cirrhosis, always dressed in corduroy trousers in Marks & Spencer cotton t-shirts + completely anonymous and colorless. Shoes, awful brown shoes (in blue) taken in india and he said completely smashed. Sam, however, was brilliant and had a series of tics that normally drive me crazy, in men age. For example, cough nervously and then strange movment with the neck. The only child of unmarried parents, fans of Tottenham, sarcastic and almost brutal in its British characters, is the male character migior the school I attended. Of course the whole time I was just watching with wide eyes, his face impassive and even the slightest hint to establish a friendly relationship (me in the verses of Rilke and thundered at times, terrible times, by Paul Eluard in his moments of blackest despair of love).
Sometimes I feel that the heart is like a lump of coal consumed.
One thing that nobody wants to touch because it is not a material that is particularly hostile, but the risk of getting your hands dirty.
The heart, I say, in general.
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