Madame Sophia | My Italian Beauty Muse

For years, before ever visiting, I imagined Italy and the beauty of its landscape, as Sophia Loren personified. The Sophia of the 1950’s. The Legend of the Lost Sophia- demure and mesmerizing. A perfect dichotomy between coyly aloof, and intensely passionate. Equal parts signora, and sex bomb, simultaneously.

Sophia Loren’s beauty and style is the embodiment of femininity… soft curls, turbans, head wraps, and scarves; chandelier earrings, and jeweled statement necklaces accessorize long, rounded brows, sitting against, sharp, carbon-winged eyes, and soft nude lips.

Chiffon draped shoulders and lace silhouettes, sweetheart necklines tucked into midi-skirts, where sex meets modesty. She oozes every color, and so, I themed shades of red, from the palest pantone pink to the boldest fuchsia. In skirts, scarves, lips, cheeks, nails, and embroidered details, dressed, and undressed, I channeled That Kind of Woman, Sophia.

Ciao, Ciao!

Facemaid

Inspiration from Sophia Loren's 1965 Vogue Cover

Inspiration from Sophia Loren’s 1965 Vogue Cover

Sophia, Sophia!!! Vogue 1965

Sophia, Sophia!!!
Vogue 1965

FACEMAID Four Roma.  My favorite products used to channel my inner Black Orchid. COVERGIRL TruNaked Waterproof Eyeliner Madina True Deep Eyeliner Bite Lipstick in Chai NYX Powder Blush in Pinched Dress: ASOS

FACEMAID Four Roma. My favorite products used to channel my inner Black Orchid.
COVERGIRL TruNaked Waterproof Eyeliner
Madina True Deep Eyeliner
Bite Lipstick in Chai
NYX Powder Blush in Pinched
Dress: ASOS

Color Overload!!! Vintage YSL Skirt Vintage Blouse from a Parisian Vintage Store Shoes: Miu Miu

Color Overload!!!
Vintage YSL Skirt
Vintage Blouse from a Parisian Vintage Store
Shoes: Miu Miu

My favorite nail laquer for travel. No top coat necessary!! COVERGIRL Outlast in Red-dy and Willing

My favorite nail laquer for travel. No top coat necessary!!
COVERGIRL Outlast in Red-dy and Willing

Muse.

Muse.

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Nonna Roma | Grandma Rome

Rome is a Nonna, (Italian for Grandmother.)  The matriarch of all cities, where the world visits, and people flock to hear her first hand anecdotes of love and war, art and fashion, family and food, and tales of an emperor, or two.  She is stoic, weathered by thousands of years of life, and millions of stories found behind the beauty of piercing eyes.

Her grandeur is awe inducing.  Ivy lies artfully laced over buildings like fabric, with ornate details, as if each Basilica were adorned in her ‘Sunday’s Best.’  Bougainvillea blooms throughout the city, hanging like vintage artwork, accessorizing piazzas. And a family’s tomato sauce is protected by confessional, but tastes like heaven.

In all of her statuesque opulence, lies a rustic-ness wrought by warfare, yet she still bore the most iconic historical fruit, whose cultural impact reverberates centuries later. Where Caesar periled, Michelangelo painted, Valentino’s brilliance was born, da Vinci invented, well, everything; and then, there is you know, the Pope

Amore,

FACEMAID

In Awe.

In Awe.

Streets filled with tourists from all over the world, for Nonna.

Streets filled with tourists from all over the world, for Nonna.

My name is Gladiator.  A peek inside the Colosseum, completed in AD80 and home to contests, animal hunts, and executions alike.

My name is Gladiator. A peek inside the Colosseum, completed in AD80 and home to contests, animal hunts, and executions alike.

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Bougainvillea can be found throughout the city sharing its beauty and color.

Sweet eats at Paticceria Boccione in Rome's Jewish Ghetto.

Sweet eats at Paticceria Boccione in Rome’s Jewish Ghetto. Address: Via del Portico D’Ottavia, 1, 00186 Roma, Italy

The ceilings of the Vatican Museum are beyond words,

The ceilings of the Vatican Museum are beyond words,

The beauty of Ivy-laced Hotel Campo di Fiori, and my Roma 'Home Away from Home.'

The beauty of Ivy-laced Hotel Campo de Fiori, and my Roma ‘Home Away from Home.’

A gun invented by the mastermind himself, Leonardo da Vinci.

A gun invented by the mastermind himself, Leonardo da Vinci.

Delicious Simplicity.

Delicious Simplicity.

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I Have This Thing with Doors. :)  Dress:  The Jet Set Diaries Scarf:    Zara Earrings: Mercedes Salazar Shoe:     Miu Miu

I Have This Thing with Doors. 🙂
Dress: The Jet Set Diaries
Scarf: Zara
Earrings: Mercedes Salazar
Shoe: Miu Miu

 

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Thunderbolt | Coup de Tonnerre

A night in the Marais filled with awful instrumentals that somehow still sounded so sexy, and laughter at idiosyncrasies, complimented by a smile as bright as a million moons; with perfect attention paid to every detail. Whispering in French, English, and Frenglish, while trading stories of wander and wonder of who we would be if we weren’t who we are, what ifs, what’s next and what feels right. It was one of those perfect Parisian nights ended by obligation, leaving behind a mental memento of the power of a mind or soul or body’s connection to another; indeed, magic, and the ultimate facemaidcapade.

Ouais, c’est magique…

FACEMAID

Le 153 Bar- Paris

Le 153 Bar- Paris

Bisous

Bisous

Mementos...

Mementos…

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Besos | Barcelona

It felt as though someone from everywhere in the entire world set out for the beaches of Barcelona that weekend; and it was the third stop on my own personal Eat, Pray, Love excursion.

Barcelona is warm, sexy, and casual. Where couples stop to kiss in the street, overcome with passion, defeated by anticipation.

Feminine details can be found within the city’s architecture, as if the buildings were stenciled in concrete lace; and floral elements embedded in the masonry, giving an air of romance affirming the passion of the culture.

And so, I adorned my hair with flowers, like Frida; and draped my shoulders with lace, mimicking the buildings around me.

Warm bright eyes, signature red lips, and big, strong brows, lure Spanish expressions whispered in Catalan…with words that fall deaf upon the ears, yet understood by the eyes…

Besos,Besos…Petons

~FACEMAID

…DONA...

…DONA…

…Lacy Details in the Gothic Quarter...

…Lacy Details in the Gothic Quarter…

Deep Red Lips, and Hair Roses… Eyes: Makeup Forever Lips: MAC Cosmetics, COVERGIRL

Deep Red Lips, and Hair Roses…
Eyes: Makeup Forever
Lips: MAC Cosmetics, COVERGIRL

…Floral, Feminine Inspiration...

…Floral, Feminine Inspiration…

An obvious feast of Sangria, tapas, and paella; and tapas, sangria, sangria, sangria…

An obvious feast of Sangria, tapas, and paella; and tapas, sangria, sangria, sangria…

…Romantic Details...

…Romantic Details…

…Esperanza...

…Esperanza…

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Black Pearl |Un Petite Rendezvous Avec Paris |

I needed an edit. I needed inspiration. I craved a change of atmosphere. I needed to be drowned by love. I needed a trip to Paris.

A long weekend spent luxuriating in fashion, art, and food; doing absolutely nothing, and open for everything. Making new friends, drinking Côte du Rhone, and discovering neighborhoods never explored. The weekend gave me everything I needed…

With Love,

FACEMAID

Champagne???

Champagne???

…Laruicci Showroom…. www.laruicci.com

…Laruicci Showroom….
www.laruicci.com

…Accoutrements… Lingerie: Witchery Shoe: Dolce & Gabbana

…Accoutrements…
Lingerie: Witchery
Shoe: Dolce & Gabbana

…Mood… Confetti Dance Mural!!

…Mood…
Confetti Dance Mural!!

I Spy Chanel...

…I Spy Chanel…

Standing at Fashion Heaven's Door with @firstclassbelongings

Standing at Fashion Heaven’s Door with @firstclassbelongings.

…Hold On, To Love...

…Hold On, To Love…

...Black Pearl...

…Black Pearl…

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Bay • Bae | She is San Francisco

She is everyone’s ‘Swipe Right.’ The attraction to her is instant. With an easy, relaxed energy, her minimalism negates any hint of arrogance. Her architecture draws you in with its charm. The hills and curves of her streets help balance brains and beauty; but her Silicone is cerebral. She is innovative, and artistic; cultured in cuisine, a master of Mandarin: the total package. If you want to court her, it will cost you. Fitting, when one harbors one of the seven wonders.

She is amorous, often leaving love notes scattered about like emoji hearts, reminding you to show love, to share love, to make love… And in between lovers, she is the best friend that feeds you after a breakup, whispering, ‘Rest here, reset here, control alt delete, then repeat love, here…’

Like hazy grey skies with rays of sunshine fighting their way through the fog, her style is ‘street smarts –meets- Celine.’ She puts a little cool on the classics. I tempered her crispness with neutral layers of taupe against bold lips, mimicking her shades of gray, and graffiti.

On our last day hanging out she initiated a dare. Wanting to impress her, I braved an internal battle, facing my fear of heights, and bridges, crossing her illustrious Golden Gate, to euphoria. But yeah, do not be fooled by her finesse; there are piercings and body art under her Bottega. And she keeps an island just off her bay…

High on Hill,

Facemaid

…Charming...

…Charming…

'…Love waits there...'

‘…Love waits there…’

'…Hanging on a Cable Car...'

‘…Hanging on a Cable Car…’

...Fifty Shades...

…Fifty Shades…

Love, is  this way...

Love, is this way…

'…Morning fog may chill the air...'

‘…Morning fog may chill the air…’

'…A western street, with eastern manners...'

‘…A western street, with eastern manners…’

…The stimulation of Chinatown...

…The stimulation of Chinatown…

…Call me Dumplin...

…Call me Dumplin…

…Fear-less...

…Fear-less…

…{un} Wireless...

…{un} Wireless…

'…Little cable cars climb halfway to the stars...'

‘…Little cable cars climb halfway to the stars…’

'…I left my heart in San Francisco...'

‘…I left my heart in San Francisco…’

…Euphoria...

…Euphoria…

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In Honor Of Yves | Morocco and The Jardin Majorelle

To commemorate the upcoming August 1st birthdate of fashion icon Yves Saint Laurent, I am reminiscing on Marrakech, Morocco, and moments in his Jardin Majorelle, or, Majorelle Garden.

To preserve the 40-year masterpiece designed and curated by artist Jacques Majorelle, Saint Laurent and his partner Pierre Bergé cemented their fondness of Marrakech, and the garden, by acquiring it and its residence in 1980, thus saving it from impending demise.

*Bergé said of the Jardin Majorelle,We were seduced by this oasis where colours used by Matisse were mixed with those of nature.’ 

The richness of the signature cobalt bleu Majorelle decorates the home of the garden’s Berber Museum, created to honor the history and culture of Africa’s most indigenous people.  Over a dozen species of birds, entwined with calming fountains, and various palms and cacti, share the spirit of Saint Laurent, and his, and Bergé’s cohesive expression of beauty, in various forms; cementing a respect, admiration, and vision, for Marrakech, and the Jardin Majorelle.

Exquisitely curated, each lily pad ostensibly placed by hand, the garden is quiet and serene. Its visitors navigate with a collective reverence for its beauty, filled with vibrant color, designed with the detail of an artist, by an artist, with a vision…Its equivalence to walking into a tropical Moroccan dream, with Yves

Joyeux Anniversaire, Monsieur Saint Laurent,

~FACEMAID

…Tea with Yves…  A capture from Pierre Bergé's book 'Yves Saint Laurent, A Moroccan Passion'

…Tea with Yves… A capture from Pierre Bergé’s book ‘Yves Saint Laurent, A Moroccan Passion’

Rue Yves Saint Laurent, شارع إيف سان لوران

Rue Yves Saint Laurent,
شارع إيف سان لوران

…Entrance to the Jardin Majorelle...

…Entrance to the Jardin Majorelle…

…Surrounded by bleu Majorelle… Caftan:  Marrakech Shoe:     Zara Turban: The FHBoutique-UK

…Surrounded by bleu Majorelle on the steps of the Berber Museum……
Caftan: Marrakech
Shoe: Zara
Turban: The FHBoutique-UK

…This Way...

…This Way…

…A Peaceful Moment at The Lily Pond...

…A Peaceful Moment at The Lily Pond…

…The Pavillion...

…The Pavillion…

*Footnote:  Bergé Quote from www.jardinmajorelle.com

 

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Namaskar | The Bindi Chronicles • India

The past two weeks I have noticed the Indian flag copiously waving all over New York City.  An upcoming #facemaidcapade this winter to Mumbai could be fueling the observation; either way my Bollywood third- eye is open, and reflecting on my first experience of India.

Fourteen hours of in-flight anticipation fueled nervousness from unknown expectations, neither high, nor low, that I may be forever changed, hopefully. We were welcomed with love, and leis, and although science fiction brought me here, I would leave, enlightened in gratitude, by a culture whose depth rivals its border’s ocean, in bold, embellished, vibrant color, steeped in tradition, faith, and karma.

The alpha personality of the cuisine…the fragrance of jasmine flirting with olfactory senses…the children who run, play, and live joyously, without reason; honored simply to be captured on film…the result of experiencing this joy, was a life edit on gratitude.

I’ll be honest, the poverty can be, and often was, overwhelming for me. Considering the many opportunities I have been afforded in my own life, to say witnessing such conditions was impactful is an understatement. As such I was left with an intense emotional confliction.

Still, I wanted to share the fleeting moments that brought me the most joy…

Namaste,

FACEMAID

…I bow to you...

…I bow to you…

 

 

…The beginning of my love affair with jasmine...

…The beginning of my love affair with jasmine…

…Qutub Minar...

…Qutub Minar…

…Qutub Minar...

…Qutub Minar…

…Diamond Third-Eye...

…Diamond Third-Eye…

…Future Facemaid, free-handing henna, her way...

…Future Facemaid, free-handing henna, her way…

…And then I discovered Rumi, and everything changed...

…And then I discovered Rumi, and everything changed…

…Namaskar...

…Namaskar…

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Pula, Pula | The Croatian Kronike, Part 1

The historical layers of Croatia are deep and peppered with war; yet the physical beauty remains…Today I’m celebrating the city of Pula

The dominant religion in Croatia is Roman Catholicism and beautiful church steeples can be found peeking above the signature coral rooftops throughout the countryside. Croatian women proved to master an emphasis on modesty with layers of white on white on white, adorned with statements of gold, as the traditional Croatian dress, simplified. Blue, red, white, and gold accessories celebrate the country flag; in color. I was inspired by vintage Croatian fashion, with hints of current trend…folk, speckled hints of glamour.

…In my mind, Pula personified, is male…a soldier of multiple wars; a survivor of battle, with scars to match; weathered and gritty, but still distinguished, in the way wrinkles add character to a man his age.  He is infused with Italian influences in language and cuisine; as Venice lies a mere three hours away. Streets are illuminated by the light of sunset, from a storm minutes long, minutes before…One can only wonder what the energy felt like one hundred years ago.  The coliseum is massive and intense…We imagined what animals, or prisoners, if any, were held in the individual cement cells…What must the sounds have been?  It was gladiator-esque…

Ljubav {love}, from Pula…

Facemaid

 

…a yawning sun…#iwokeuplikethis

…a yawning sun…#iwokeuplikethis

 

…Style Inspiration...

…Style Inspiration…

…Hydrating with Hello Kitty...

…Hydrating with Hello Kitty…

…Lean Back…The calm, before the Storm...

…Lean Back…The calm, before the Storm…

…Amen… {Photo: Casey Levine}

…Amen…
{Photo: Casey Levine}

…Koloseum...

…Koloseum…

…Caught in the Coliseum...

…Caught in the Coliseum…

…Don't Believe Me Just Watch {Tower}...

…Don’t Believe Me Just Watch {Tower}…

…Twirl… Skirt:  Urban Outfitters Blouse:  J. Crew Scarf:  Vintage, from my Paris Travels

…Twirl…
Skirt: Urban Outfitters
Blouse: J. Crew
Scarf: Vintage, from my Paris Travels

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…A Love Supreme|Part Une…

…And my heart knew

The impact of Paris on me was immediate, and permanent. An unknown, unrecognizable feeling of richness…like being dipped in gold and drizzled with butter. The beauty in the details of all that is beautiful…architecture, cuisine, language, art, fashion… It made me want more, of less.

Richard Wright once said, ‘The effect of Paris is deep. Paris does something to one and what it does is good.’

It inspires chic, embraces glamour, appreciates grandeur…  I often style myself in neutral palettes…in dress and beauty…layers of white, taupe, noir…in an effort to not compete with the allure of the city…

Mmmmm… Alluring it is!!  The City of Lights, and its romantic splendor. Where the simple hope of love lingers with each turn of a corner. On a solo trip last year,  I found the common denominator of every conversation I had, was love…finding it, losing it, making it, sharing it…

If Paris were a woman, she would be enchantingly beautiful; one could not help but stare at her.  Her temperament, laced with peeks of sun, followed by moments of rain…seductive and coy, she would embrace and reject you in a fleeting moment, and still, love would remain.

 

A Love Supreme.

Mesmerized by Versailles...

Mesmerized by Versailles…

...Behind every door...

…Behind every door…

…Have A Seat...

…Have A Seat…

…French finds at the Paris Flea...

…French finds at the Paris Flea…

...Baby, In The Corner… Dress: Haute Hippie Shoe:  Tania Spinelli

…Baby, In The Corner…
Dress: Haute Hippie
Shoe: Tania Spinelli

The sexiness that is the lounge at Maison Atheneé...

The sexiness that is the lounge at Maison Atheneé…

…Oppulence, courtesy of Versailles...

…Oppulence, courtesy of Versailles…

…She's such a flirt...

…She’s such a flirt…

 

 

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