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The only interests me is the one that comes from culture, not money. The matches for free (all matches for free), not the polo club. Which bastardized (bastardized everything), not entering Semon as if it were conquered territory. She who laughs at everything (Reírse. Everything. I am increasingly convinced that the only real and unmistakable sign of intelligence in the day to day, and the only luxury that really exists), not the illustrious parents transcendence and tearing his hair. He sits in public banks to think, not what he knew by heart the list of people who had a Rolls Royce in Barcelona (my grandmother). Well, roll and cut the philosophical, this is a fashion blog, do not forget (if not a fashion blog, today's post is titled "How Gadhafi settle"). Stylistic recommendations for today: Oscar Wilde, Tolstoy, Saki, Dinesen and Proust, Proust, Proust. Or alternatively, do what I do: staring for ten minutes a day this picture of Count Luchino Visconti, to see if I get something.
Happy Wednesday, ladies.
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