Chérie Dior

New it is Xmas, and as usual we are invaded by parfumes spots. They are everywhere, at the bus stops, in the shops windows, in the magazines and mainly at the television. Well, every year we all promise to ourselves not to belive to the "perfect life" offered by the spots, but every year we can't resist them, we are attracted by this super thin models, beautiful actors and actresses and the gorgeous models.
I promise myself that I won't belive them, but as I see Charlize Teron saying "gold is cold, diamonds are dead" I just can't help loving again all the parfumes. Lets not talk about James Franco that assures us "the whole world is changing, I will be the same", and I would like to comment, "thanks God!!!". But I'm not here to talk about female hormons messing up for James Franco's face.
Well, it just happened to me to see a picture on an old magazine of Dior's parfume Chérie. The photo is so delightful the young girl seems a teenager looking for fun, she is in pink, colour of happiness, she isn't smiling she's got this "?" expression on her face. She's so sweet, as every girl would like to be, and here is the philosopy of pubblicity: aiming to be like who the spot shows you. But then I see the harmless roses for once not connected to passion, the funny hat, the sparkled dress the joy of life that is in the girl's eyes (she even doesn't look like a model for she looks so normal), and again I'm captured by the dream of being like her, like a Chérie.
Chérie, Dior, the scent of teenage dreams.

P.S. I'm sorry for the photo being not perfect but I was to lazy to look up on the internet fot it and I just took a photo from the magazine with the computer's camera ;)

Savannah xx

song of the month

Well I love the libertines. They make me feel so fine with their innocent music and this is my favourite song:


Music when the lights go out

Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind,                                   
and to lie to you rather than hurt you?
Well I'll confess all of my sins
after several large gins
but still I'll hide from you,
hide what's inside from you.

And alarm bells ring
when you say your heart still sings
when you're with me.
Won't you please forgive me?

But I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no

And all the memories of the pubs
and the clubs and the drugs and the tubs
we shared together,
Will stay with me forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the to's and the fro's,
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you please forgive me
I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no

Well I no longer hear the music when the lights go out,
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind is all too clear.
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone,
And with her my heart had disappeared...

Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
All the memories of the fights and the nights
and the blue lights, all the kites
We flew together,
I thought they'd fly forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the to's and the fro's
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you forgive me

But I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no

Music when the lights go out
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind it's all too clear.
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone
And With her my heart had disappeared

Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
And no longer hear the music

Savannah xx

Kristen Pfaff

I love this photo of Kristen Pfaff, she died at a very young age, just 27, three months after her lover Kurt Cobain. Both members af the 27 club. Like Axel Rose would say "she used to love her heroin and now she's underground." That's what happened, she was a drug addicted.
But I love this photo, it takes me back to the 90s when I was too small to listen to music. And there she stands, young with the black hair that covers up her skinny flesh. She's playing the bass and it seems that there's nothing more important to her than music. She doesn't care of Courtney that calls her a bitch for going out with her man, she doesn't care of Kurt that already has a wife and a daughter and he won't divorce, she doesn't care of people calling her anorexic, she seems to "want" the sound of her bass. Kristen isn't pretty, her body is too thin, her nose is quite too big, but she's beautifully ignoring the conventions of the world.
Then Kurt dies, and she just doesn't survive...

Savannah xx

Dreams

MY LIFE IS MADE OF DREAMS. DREAMS THAT ARE WAITING TO COME TRUE.

But you know what I dream the most right now? Happiness. I dream to be happy as I've never been, I dream to smile all the time. And I dream to be happy all the time, no regrets, no sadness. I dream for I am young. So let there be happiness as if we are happy we forget that we are ill, that we are old, that we are mortals. The key of immortality is HAPPINESS...

Savannah xx 

Alexei Yagudin

This post is created to the man who made me dream with his talent, passion and power. He is the man who made me love ice skating and to which I'll always be faithful.
Alexei Yagudin gave to ice skating something that none else will never be able to give, his enormous talent. Try to watch one youtube any video of his Olimpic programs, from Winter to Man in the Iron Mask. To all the ice skating fans who are arguing to decide who is better between Lisacek and Evgeni Plushenko, I just tell you, go and watch Alexei Yagudin, then you will understand that you are arguing for nothing as Alexei gave to this sport everything that could be given. His short carreer is like a shining comet.
I've always thought that Alexei has been very misfortunate, he had a problem in his knee that made him stop when he was just 23, and when he was 18 he participated to his first Olimpics but reached only the fifth place because he got a cold before his long program. But in 2002 there where in Salt Lake City him a nd Plushenko... Alexei reported the golden medal in all the competitions of the year. He's the only one that got the maximum of the points in all the programs.
I like very much Evgeni Plushenko(he's the last representative of the russian generation of huge talents, all the other skaters mean nothing to me), but I have to say that I absolutely prefer Alexei Yagudin.

  

To the little shiny star that made me become Savannah, the girl on ice.

Conventional and unconventional beauties

Perception of beauty has changed a lot in the years. But something has remained always the same: women always want to be LYWM, Like You Want Me, the dream is to be LYWM from the top of the hair to the fingers of the feet.
Every girl wants to be like a little perfect lolita.




Like Julia Restoin-Roitfeld, daughter of the editor in chief Carine Roitfeld of the French magazine Vogue Paris. She is gorgeous, with her amazing green-blue eyes. Julia is becomming famous as a socialite and as Tom Ford's muse, she's also a model and a designer (she worked for Zac Posen).













But there are also the ones called unconventonal beauties, like Georgia May Jagger. Georgia is a model too, she one of the top models of the future, she has already worked for Versace and Chanel. For being LYWM she only has to change a bit her nose and to get better theeth. Her beautiful eyes tell us:" My talent is being an imperfect beauty."




Savannah xx

From Paris with love

I'm the kind of person who would love to spend Christmas at Paris. Feel the lights on the Champs Elisées, the cold of the winter and the huge Lafayette and Colette stores.
I'd like to smell the scent of Chanel n.5 in Paris, because I have the feeling that in Paris Chanel would be unique.

I'd like to visit the Tour Eiffel and climb to it's highest point.
I'd like to go shopping in Yves Saint Laurent buotique.
I'd like to eat in a fine restaurant.
I'd like to walk down to the Seine and read on a bench Baudlaire's lyrics.
Once Guy de Maupassant wrote " Paris is unique. The air tastes like the finest champagne, and as you walk arround the streets you are like drunk of it."


When I'll go to Paris everything will be perfect.

Savannah xx