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Behind the gilded mirror
Photography by Fabio Nosotti Make-up by Erika Lomartire and Hair by Francesco Besana for Ydor. Lyrics by Stefano Bortolussi
Special thanks to The Fabbrica Models, Milano, Le Petit Jardin Restaurant , Milano , and Lucio Nisi Styling by Renata Hellier (islandgirlfashion.com)
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look at herself : her gaze is aimed |
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toward an elsewhere beside it, |
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| maybe a wearier vision of herself, | ||
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enclosed in blondness, in the lightness of |
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skin and furs, projected on a blue |
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| that is no sky, encroached by | ||
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the signs of time on the wall ; |
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| or maybe she sees herself as fatal, | |
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the dark lady of a noir from other times |
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and dreams, the wave of her hair hiding |
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| one side of a look no-one would want | |
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to resist, her pearl-encircled neck |
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suggesting riches of illegal origins . |
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| It’s only later, sitting, reclining white | |
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and black, hesitant and resting chanteuse |
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among leather, woods, lines, |
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oriental weaves and fruits of the earth, |
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| that her look softens and | |
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| seems to promise peace . | ||
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All images and texts are copyright protected. Fabio Nosotti photography 2015.. |
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