Saturday, April 18, 2015

LET THE CHILDREN PLAY! :)

No filter needed... ;P





                        Let the children play - Santana

“I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There's a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!”  


(Shel Silverstein)



Nina Clelia wears: H&M tee and trousers, Superga red suede sneakers; Aleksandar Tadija wears Trudi polo and trousers, Superga sneakers


Monday, December 8, 2014

Friday, January 10, 2014

Saturday, May 11, 2013

THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING...HOME SWEET HOME


HOME SWEET HOME... 
FOR A WALK WITH MY DADDY

APERITIVO TIME!

PURE LUV...

I LUV TOMATO

DRIVING...

FREEDOM XXX

STILOSISMI DI SORTA

Una cornetta old-style - proprio come quella dei telefoni di una volta ma in verde fluo - che fa capolino dalla borsa di una signora sobria. Standing out.
Pausa pranzo in palestra tra amici che dopo la doccia tornano a lavoro. In camicia, montgomery, shorts e trainers al neon. Eclettismo.
Marc Jacobs e le sue borse, tutte. I New York Yankees, New York, il rosso e la domenica mattina. Love&devotion.
Il caffè, la porcellana di Limoges e un po' di Louvre tutte le mattine, nella tazzina. Evocative.
Il cachemire, il burgundy (alias, wine, merlot) fino all'aubergine ma prima del bordeaux (chiaro, no?)  
E le ballerine. Scollatissime e rigorosamente senza calze, a prescindere dalla stagione. Ché l'altezza, in fondo, è solo una questione di punti di vista. E due gocce di pioggia non hanno mai ucciso nessuno. Atarassia.

Buon week end...


Walter, out of the gym ;) (...c u on monday!)