Oggi sono io.

                                                                                                             Milan, August 2, 2020                                                                                                                                        ...

Hinterland of Milan (Italy),  Sunday 17th May 2020 Another bad week is finally gone. Trust me, this week was AWFUL. I don't want to bother you, but for the first time in 29 years I really felt disappointed of being a woman. Why? I know, I've worked a lot on myself, I started loving myself the way I am and I'm my biggest fan,  but sometimes you've to face the fact that, with a dick everything would be much easier. You're driving? You're doing it wrong, 'cause you're a woman. You want a promotion? Please, get married or buy another cat. You want to buy your own house? So you're single, right? No man? Just you? You want to travel the world? Watch out, it's dangerous for a girl out there. I could continue for hours. In my case, I'm litterally fighting for my own right to have my apartment ready asap. What's the problem? Well, the problem is that since I'm a young girl I can be "paused" instead other "male" clients can...

Hello my people, in this rainy day I'm about to write some words regarding  how this lockdown is increasing violence and discourtesy on social media. I'm very upset right now 'cause it's the third time in a day that I have to  EXPLAIN and JUSTIFY  why I feel uncomfortable and embarassed to some strangers on IG. I'm used to post lots of self portraits, more or less artistic, regarding my life and my passions, I don't care what people might think: it makes me happy and I do it. Well, as I wrote, I received several DMs in a day, where some dudes, in a very aggressive and sexual explicit way, judged my pics and myself, simply but putting a label on me and being proud of it. I had to explain that it's NOT CUTE to receive some kind of messages and it's very IMPOLITE to write aggressive judgement to somobody you don't even know but pretend you do. I do not belong to you just because I publish something about my everyday life. I think people p...

Hello everybody! The sun is shining here in Milan, Spring has come and birds are singing. Isn't it great, right? No, it's not. 'Cause we're all locked in our two-room apartments, very comfortable and functional but too small for a pandemic , that's for sure. So here's what is happening in mine. We're four, cat included of course. No doors, except the one of the toilet (thank God!), because my parent's bedroom has a door but it has become a sort of coat tree , while my room, which works also as living room and dining room (and you guess why I'm losing my mind?) has no door. Oh, I forget: if you want to go to the kitchen, you have to cross MY room ad yes, in my room there is the only television of the entire apartment. Isn't it lovely? We need space. We need boundaries to survive. I realized that while doing my smart working this morning. Out of the blue, my father started to sing. He never did that. Never. I was shocked. ...

Good morning everyone, How's the quarantine? Boring right? Well, today's topic is an open question to all of you, feel free to answer if you want :) Everything started from this quote of the one and only Coco Chanel. Yesterday, my friends and I were on Skype updating each other, since I haven't heard them for sooo long. As always, we left some time for "girls stuff" and by that I mean boys : so E. revealed she's fantasizing about her new colleague, V. told us everything about her love trip to Prague with her boyfriend (?) and I, well, simply expressed my extreme frustration and disappointment, due to my last love affair, or sort of. Anyway, they patiently listened to my mishap, till, after some embarrassing silence, I stated: I'm sick and tired of taking what I'm getting ! I deserve more than that, I'm better than that. Marilyn would have agreed, right? We spend our time justifying those men who can't satisfy our needs, who ...

Here we are, all locked out in our houses,  small apartments or two floor villas. With or without company. Surrounded by our loved ones or perfect strangers. Learning fast, how to spend time with ourselves. Isn't it strange? In 2020 our biggest fear appeares to be being alone in a pandemic:  scary right? Being forces to pretend that you like yourself, you like being alone, you like reading books,  you like training in front of a computer or asking Alexa a good movie to watch. But what are we waiting for? Do we really need a pandemic to understand how precious our time is? How much do we have to love ourselves and our interests and passions first? Well,  I've worked hard in the past to develop my confidence, my selflove. It was painful, spending time alone, in an empty house, without family and friends there, ready to talk to you or even to fight for no reason. I remember that time. I've never felt so lonely. But time encouraged me to ...

Another weekend is already gone... Time flies and tomorrow my alarm will be ready to kick my ass at 06:30 am. So, it was another intense weekend, as always, 'cause in two days, instead of chilling, reading, doing absolutely nothing , I use to do stuff . What kind of stuff you're asking, right? Well, this weekend a very kind and extraordinary talented freelence photographer wanted me for a photoshoot and introduced me to another very talented young girl who made me look like a Hollywood diva : I had a lot of fun and they were so professional, that made me in a certain sense nervous sometimes, but it was ok after all... So 4 different outfits , 2 make up sessions and a lot of ego . When I accept to shoot for somebody, even a friend of mine or my mother, I always feel very confident and I'm glad of it because I've fought so hard to accept myself, to see me clearly beyond all those blurred lines and huge snags. It makes me sad when I hear beautiful girls complai...