one time were small, discrete and minute. Covered with fine silks, stones, rhinestones, sequins and glitter. They were once synonymous with a little black dress, high heels and red carpet (the door of course). Used only to lay the lipstick, credit cards and keys of the castle .... Once knew only the stars, the moon and, sometimes, the delicacy of the dawn. But times are going to change and are now out of the closet. Leaving behind the glorious past have been converted to the sobriety required by sunlight. Renewed in the forms and accompanying tissues fashion addicted during their day, from coffee aperitif. Crumpled and rolled under his arm. Raised with a generous dose of nonchalance. Needed to camouflage in a chic so much discomfort.
Once They Were small, tiny and subtle. Full of precious silk, stones, rhinestones, paillettes and glitter. Once they were matched with a little black dress and high heels, for the red carpet (of your palace, of course). They contained only lipstick, credit cards and keys.. of the castle. Once they could only see the sky full of sparkling stars, and the moon, and, sometimes, the soft sunrise. But everything is supposed to change and now they're back, openly. Left behind the past splendour, they convert to sobriety imposed by the sunlight. With new shapes and fabric, they follow the fashion addicted during the day, from breakfast to happy hour. Creased and rolled under the arm. Shown with a huge dose of nonchalance, trying to conceal, in a chic way, a very uncomfortable accessory.
Once They Were small, tiny and subtle. Full of precious silk, stones, rhinestones, paillettes and glitter. Once they were matched with a little black dress and high heels, for the red carpet (of your palace, of course). They contained only lipstick, credit cards and keys.. of the castle. Once they could only see the sky full of sparkling stars, and the moon, and, sometimes, the soft sunrise. But everything is supposed to change and now they're back, openly. Left behind the past splendour, they convert to sobriety imposed by the sunlight. With new shapes and fabric, they follow the fashion addicted during the day, from breakfast to happy hour. Creased and rolled under the arm. Shown with a huge dose of nonchalance, trying to conceal, in a chic way, a very uncomfortable accessory.
Translation by Cristina Martucci.
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