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Soundtrack: Nuntereaggae more - Rino Gaetano

Please ask to Romulus, the hill where I live in Rome is the Esquiline, the precision'm in Piazza Vittorio, called the Capitoline chinatown.

under the arcades are whispers that this was in past a shopping area scicchettosi, then the black market in war, and finally here is filled with the insignia of ideograms.

There are a lot of people in the characteristic Piazza Vittorio, the madman, the madman calm, the trans, the homeless, the Chinese albino, turbaned Turks, the true romanacce as my landlady and a full orchestra, it seems.

There is a market in Piazza Vittorio, MAS, a store trash in the capital, within walking distance CasaPound, the center fascist - yes, there is a social center fascist - who always sticks by content posters highly debatable, from the predictable "Diaries variety of Mussolini" the most improbable "revisited in light of the right-hand figure of Che Guevara" - but how?!! Yet graphically interesting.

Mò eg there are faces everywhere D'Annunzio, something that has to do with River seems to have understood ("Christmas blood "owner posters, fascistoni usual exaggerated, we know that both can not wait to arrive the day before the crumble pandoro on black shirt, tight close to your brother table). However, I really love and would like a Gabriel of those posters but I can not detach, Diana came to visit the other hand I do not intimate, and shoot and shoot, despite the bad light, as we wander among the stalls erected for the occasion just under the arcades.

Passing outfit however, is the batmaglia the centerpiece, made by my great-grandmother with Missoni's wool, blue with a spicy red and yellow inside. The hat I took it instead Uncle Jo Holland, however, issue a Kangol made in UK, 100% pure wool complete with leather piping, assure and reassure me of the writing inside. All to be completed with a black stretch pants, comfortable as leggings, laced and wine-colored scarf.

E 'winter in Piazza Vittorio, honey.

This weekend in Rome, it was proposed to put it mildly adventurer, a real blast from the past ... the roaming with Naima among the stalls of Piazza Vittorio, we imbattutte in a lot of memories Lagati to items belonging to women 50-60 years of chic and elegant, these great liberated women, refined taste, which gave particular importance to making everyday objects into true works of art. Objects, each of which tells its own story and that sometimes become a real enhancement. Just think of the hands and pins it to heart, lipstick, small metallic clutch bags, cleverly inserted in the floppy hair removal BAG ..... in short everything that daily becomes particularly simple and refined, worn at any time and place . A spokesman from

to these objects, it was a nice woman dressed herself in the same chromatic Naima. In fact, wearing a funny red hat that ended with a giant polka dots, from which protruded two long black braids resting on a vest of blue paille and finally wore small suede boots with polka dots rigorsamente always a little loose .... phocaonthas Vittorio Emma who has uncovered the secrets and rare pieces that every woman carries inside her.