Many feelings for one shirt

I’ve just realized that I have too few shirts. Eclectic. Comfortable. Absolutely essential. The shirt is a must in every closet. There are those who hang them on crutches and who – like my mom – always folds them and tuck in the drawer. We are used to them in American movies. Worn by young actresses who use it – strictly men’s ones – as pajamas. Barefoot, with red polish, sleepy face and loose and disheveled hair.

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Mi sono resa conto di avere troppe poche camicie. Eclettica. Comoda. Assolutamente indispensabile. La camicia non può mancare in un armadio. C’è chi le appende alle stampelle e chi – come mia mamma – le ha sempre piegate e infilate nel cassetto. Le vediamo protagoniste di film americani. Indossate da giovani attrici che la usano, rigorosamente da uomo, come pigiama. A piedi nudi, lo smalto rosso, il viso assonnato e i capelli sciolti e spettinati.

Able to turn on the dumbest of the morning. Or for an immediate Parisian and chic allure if it is made of silk worn for a brunch with tied hair, high heels and a skinny jeans. I want a blue cotton, masculine cut one,  to wear open on a white bikini closed only by a rope belt. A bon ton one, with round collar buttoned up to the neck – powder pink or Cerulean – to be worn with Chanel chanel. Oxford style, striped with skinny jeans – messed up. Onecolor – maybe denim – to wear with mini paiellets or in short white lace. Long with leggings. Screwed and unbuttoned glimpsing the lacy lingerie. It is so versatile you can simply have to think how you feel. Have a fabulous Saturday…and let’s wear a shirt today!

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