mi manchi persino su tumblr, sono messa così tanto male? ç-ç
amore mio! <3 ti amo da impazzire e si mi manchi anche tu ma ti penso sempre e ti sono vicina
August 2011
california here i come
so guys, tomorrow i’ll go to california (and i’m italian so it’s a long trip) and i’m going to stay there one month (so long! lol) and i won’t post often, so my lovely followers don’t unfollow me please.
“When I first read about Marie-Antoinette, being just fourteen and sent to Versailles, without anyone close to her that she related to, and just surrounded by decadent lovely things that are supposed to please you and make you happy, how lonely it seemed. And I thought it was touching, even in the ridiculousness of her dressing up like a maid to perform in her little Petit Trianon theater, how she tried to find her own way. Walking around the halls of Versailles, and passing from her grand public bedroom into her small private apartments, surrounded by her fabrics and trinkets. I could imagine the girl that Antonia Fraser wrote about, and the real person behind the sarcastic teenage voice in her letters. Being there you can feel how lost they must have been, so isolated from any kind of reality outside their gates. And I tried to imagine being there, then. A gold-plated, Versailles hangover of the memory of a lost girl, leaving childhood behind, to the final dignity of a woman… and the partying into the dusk of an era.”
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Sofia Coppola
