Am I the only one who thinks this would be pretty super cool??! The brand is famous for collaborating with big artists… Speedy Carpe Dias 4-ever!

I don’t think I have words for how much I love Italy and Italians… Every time I go I feel so inspired by the level of talent and creativity.

This wonderful concept of ‘Mare Domani’ (Sea View Tomorrow) was shown to me by my colleague from Istituto Marangoni who has worked at MTV with the genius behind this gig. It was shown the 1st of April as a Pesce d’Aprile and the funny thing was that people actually called the ‘numero verde’ to have more information! I guess it makes sense; if you can’t afford sea view today, you can always invest wisely and wait some decades for the waters to rise and get the sea view of tomorrow.

You probably have to have lived in Italy for at least some years to fully appreciate it. The Roman accent of Paky Arcella with his impeccable styling selling the winning concept of RetEuropa transforming an otherwise boring area into a splendid coast line. Genius. Nothing less. Only week point is that it’s not very aligned with the Carpe Dias life style as this is about waiting patiently for 10-15 years  - or even more – for the waters to rise.

Carpe Mare Domani Dias!

.. having Nutella in the house. Now there’s no more Nutella. We simply cannot live in my flat in happy yin-yang symbiosis – one of us has to go! And today it was the nutella. Or maybe it’s not a question of being old enough but about having a weak character. Maybe that’s what I have… It’s just so yummy and a great brand too! Maybe that’s the reason; I’m a brand addict! I prefer that to having a weak character, that’s for sure. Or maybe someone should decide that you need to show ID when you buy nutella, like with cigarettes and alcohol. You simply need to prove that you’re over 35. That’s my problem; as I already said, I’m simply not old enough!

Carpe Nutella Dias

…eat Nutella directly out of the jar….

… but nevertheless I often find myself being the one responsible of the music while someone else is driving. Which is also perfectly fine with me. I kind of prefer to be on the passenger seat checking out what’s happening in the street and doing the music. When doing location scouting with Silvio in the mountains doing what Italian men call ‘Sporty Driving’ (Guida sportiva) and Danish women call ‘Are-you-totally-out-of-your-mind??’, when taking up random hitch-hikers in downtown Copenhagen with Frederik planning the Blaf-mobil and when cruising with the mythical Jane Rusz putting together a funny little menswear company with relatively big success (and the wheel falling off my mum’s car). Only once did I find myself as THE driver and that was in high school when I was responsible of every morning getting myself and other two girls to high school. I still think that the Chrysler was one of the crucial factors in the three of us graduating. Getting up early in the morning in freezing cold to go and do something boring for 7 hours can be challenging which my dad had understood. It was a pretty smart investment with an excellent ROI.

Finding myself on the passenger seat, I dream of doing Paris-Dakar, crossing the US on the famous Rute 101 or just chilling around London with Ivana by the wheel like the notorious St. Tropez days, she’s an excellent driver. Then, I will put this song in the stereo and feel young, free and happy….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AmkmqYEarw&ob=av2e

La Dolce Vita.. My life-long love.. Click on link below and the tunes will take you to Via Veneto for an espresso or prosecchino…

La Dolce Vita trailer

Versace SS12 for the day…

..And Versace SS12 for the evening.

(pictures are from style.com)

Tonight I went to a photo exhibition with friends and one of them who occasionally listen to what I have to say, reminded me about a point of view of mine expressed some time ago that life is like a dance (not a box of chocolate) where the individual steps are linked together to form what will be your life. The genious behind can be discussed but regardless of that it made me alert to a sequence of three things that happened later in a rather short time frame. The first thing was a reminder from that same person that I hate vegetarians and therefore a late lunch that will be cooked this Sunday will not be entirely green tea and dead tofu. The second thing was that I found a lucky coin which was old and dirty but that I nevertheless had to pick up as I’m kind of superstitious. The third thing was that I opened the magazine Stylist and read the article pictured above. And what are the odds? I thought I was the only woman in the world who despised Vegetarians more than death and who was furthermore politically incorrect enough to express it regardless of hurting the Healthy Lot.

Vegetarians have been the clear number 1 on my hate list and also the only herd to feature there. They are really the only ones I hate as I’m normally an all-embracing kind of person. But there’s limit to everything. As I was just doing the dishes, though, I decided to stop hating them and rephrase from “I hate Vegetarians” to “I totally don’t understand Vegetarians”… Alas.. while writing.. I’m having second thoughts… Let me rephrase “I think Vegetarians should get their act together and stop the self-centered bullshit.” If I was a man, a Vegetarian woman would be the last woman, I would sleep with and as a woman, I could never have a Vegetarian girlfriend. Try to call her up, heart-broken, sobbing about some love gone wrong and all she would say would be:” honey, dry your tears and have some quinoa beans.” Pardonne-mio, but I need a freaking Gin-Tonic. With meat in it!!!

The way I see it there’s only one single reason for becoming a Vegetarian: because you can’t find a man. Because funny enough, Vegetarians are always women. The few men who don’t do the meat and go to yoga entirely do it to be constantly surrounded by women without male competition and optimize getting laid. This, on the other hand, I have totally respect for. Excellent business strategy, few competitors. But back to the female ones. I simply don’t believe that you can be in a healthy and sound relationship with a man and still not eat meat. It’s not possible. So in lack of someone sleeping in ‘the other side of the bed’, you can always become a Vegetarian and justify to yourself and the whole world that you don’t need a man! That you’re TOTALLY fine by yourself. “It’s just so great that you have all the freedom to go to bed early on a Friday night and be at Astanga Yoga in the gym the next morning at 7 am. I mean, when I was with Billie he would always want to go out and do things. And then he would keep me awake the whole night making love to me. So annoying! And all the gourmet restaurants with well hung Argentinian meat, such a bore. And all the red wine recommended by sommeliers..Uff.. You get black teeth. I just prefer to get my good night’s sleep, be at yoga every morning at 7 am and eat tofu seven days a week for breakfast, lunch AND dinner.” Right!!!!

Why not simply say to yourself:” I think it would be great to meet a wonderful man and meanwhile, I’ll have bacon on my tofu.” The reason may be that if you’re a really mediocre person with nothing interesting about you, you can always become a Vegetarian. At least you have something to tell. It doesn’t require anything a part from some masochistic martyr approach to life and the wish to have a semi-bad life. Vegetarians almost deserve to be beaten up to start reasoning a bit.

Let me rephrase for the last time: “I don’t respect Vegetarians and I truly hope for them that they will meet someone who will teach them the to enjoy and embrace life.” Until then, I prefer not to have anything to do with them. After having written this, I would say it’s reciprocal.

..And just as the blog had lied down on her death dead on dried, faded rose petals to leave this world, God blew softly on her and she came back to life. It wasn’t time yet. There was more in this life for her. She still had to spread the message of the 4th. dimension – music, art, love and inspiration – to the people.

As everyone else I love music. It connects you to God or whatever you believe in. It’s mind-blowing, bigger than this world and inspiring bordering to insanity – at least if you have a soul like I do. I have not yet lost my mind – at least not that I’m aware of – and have therefore decided to share some of my favourite music of the moment with whoever is around.

Gianna Nannina. Grandissima grandissima Gianna. Authentic like no one else. Her sexy voice and simple lyrics paint the picture of any Sunday morning and the sun beams playing on the man you love still asleep on the messy bed while you have a brioche in the kitchen. Love is only beautiful when you do it with me. How to wake him up? Accompanied by a guitar.

How I would love to play the guitar…

..And how I would love to be in Italy right now..

..And how I love everything that’s authentic and I hope I will never forget that.

Music makes you dream and remember. What else is there really?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HomfIA6H86c

(Image is from www.blogmamma.it)