Lifestyle, Places

F1 Grand Prix Monaco 2014

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I am sorry I wasn’t quick to add my vision during the period as I didn’t find a minute – contrary to what I expected as I figured out staying calm at the beach. It was the first year I could enjoy the GP as an adult: last year I was in Belgium, the other ones between high school, engagement and the willing to get rid of my parents for a few beautiful days I probably avoided or I don’t remember by now because I was too young and excluded to the very social life I am doing now. This year I was looking forward breathing the atmosphere by night, and contrarily from the Master Series week I couldn’t care less of watching cars riding not so fast on a circuit I use to do hundreds of time per year – fast as well – from a single spot. Live tennis makes you see the speed and the match closely, you suffer for every point… F1’s not the same. But in Monte Carlo, while during the tournament the coolest thing is going to the Country Club – of course there are events, but they are “slightly above above the already right average” – for the GP there’s a boom. This year people had the choice of going to dance at the Vip Room (opened for the occasion under the Zelo’s, above the Grimaldi forum), Twiga (opened by Briatore on Thursday the 22nd) , Billionaire (every year Briatore gets a huge space in Fairmont hotel), the bars on the port full of animations (I find them always to crowded and noisy)… Plus as usual Jimmy’z (Bob Sinclair was there again the 25th), Sass, Buddah Bar, Sunset (beach parties at Meridien), Sea Lounge…. I am sure I forgot something, may someone help? As usual is ironical because everything is different over this weekend, starting from the prices that miraculously bumps to the stars. I had a panic attack in Billionaire last Friday while Naomi Campbell and Leonardo Di Caprio were celebrating the model’s birthday in the upper space with bodyguards and thousands of people were glued drunk on the dance floor. It can happen to me, I hate being too much surrounded by sweat massed people on a general heat… Suddenly I feel like I’m short on breaths, I feel very nervous and confused. Then I must run out of the mob. Luckily I was saved by a couch, with some vodka in a near table!! I went out shoeless…

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You gotta be very drunk to bear that, or get a separated table. What’s the point in spending 5000€ for a bottle otherwise? Actually, I think it’s pretty stupid… Unless you wanna pay a demonstration of how hell should be – vicious and attractive people are all in in fact. The next day I re-fell in but fortunately I had a delicious dinner at Beefbar and had some champagne at casino while looking at a real blackjack lesson – I gave up playing the roulette, now I prefer to watch others.
Cutting all the details – my tendency of fulfilling every minute of my life – the next day I even managed to see the race from a friend’s terrace! It was a party more then a vision, and afterwards I joined other friends at a beach party in sunset to finally go back exhausted in Buddah bat where I literally fell asleep on a friend’s shoulder ( I had been walking at least 10km plus the 8 floors by feet all over the day) … With a coffee we even managed to go to Vip Room.
It was EXHAUSTING, truly (and I don’t get exhausted easily); if such crazy weekends were to be established the world could stop spinning. Luckily normal periods are calmer 😉 Anyway it’s worth trying and I’d replay everything! I just suggest not to go there for the GP if you want just visit your first time because it is HELL driving and it’s so difficult to have a proper conversation anybody…!!! How the second littler independent town of the world with it’s 2km2 area can get that coveted and actually fill that amount of people partying and spending excessively? The littlest is the Vatican, I guess in little dimensions are cradles….
I hope I gave you an idea of the true reasons of why people is so excited about it and forget going to Cannes for the festival as in comparison it’s “cheap” (I wish I was there the week before, never mind…)

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I’ll never insert a full guide of the places but for any information I am glad to help you in case you want details!

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Culture, Lifestyle

Monologues that should make thinking out of the mob but that truly don’t help

http://raymmar.com/7-reasons-youll-never-do-anything-amazing-life/

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Cp7G6cVRzso

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=D1R-jKKp3NA

The literature of monologues great personalities did is almost infinite. Their phrases become legend and are used in random occasions – I myself love quoting. It’s always beautiful and comforting to read that stuff – it’s not a coincidence that Ronda Byrne had a massive success with her “The secret”, a book composed by a puzzle of ancient philosophies mixed up with the typical American pragmatic thought. Reading helps – in Buddhism Learning it’s one of the 4 noble states that beings to Buddahood; but it’s useless if your life is stuck in it and that’s why it matches with Realization (for a detailed explanation read http://www.sgi.org/buddhism/buddhist-concepts/ten-worlds.html). All the personalities give suggestions on how to make success but actually nobody explained them their path and nobody between them have ever said to follow advises. That’s why referring to them is an error.
Be hungry be foolish really resumes the Buddah’s quote: doubt everything – be curious, hungry of truths – and find your own light – everybody else will perceive you’re special. .
Nobody else can live your life in this present. Be free to make errors for others and learn from life.

Be yourself. Everybody else is already taken!

Yes, I am actually fighting with my parents.
Mamma e papà parlo a voi da questa base, tanto avrete capito visto che siete the smartest… Vi amo, ma non posso mai pentirmi di ciò che ho commesso perché mi è servito tutto. Se ogni attimo della vita si ripetesse infinite volte, per me non sarebbe pesante perché ho fatto veramente tutto ciò che ho sempre voluto. E se non mi autocommisero di fronte a voi per un errore è perché è dentro di me che gioco la battaglia più dura: capire lo sbaglio e fare la più severa autocritica cercando però di trasformare il veleno in medicina. Qualcosa di positivo ne uscirà. Non provo sofferenza quando mi rimproverate: mi dispiace solo che stiate male voi, ma cercate di capirmi. Litigare è solo un fastidio che mi fa perdere del tempo che potrebbe essere ottimizzato in altri modi. Vorrei poter aver passato le ore di guerra ad abbracciarvi e a dirvi quanto per me siete importanti, quanto vi sono grata e come non potrei sopportare la vostra assenza nella mia vita: siamo un unicum, un nucleo familiare ed essenziale. Il sangue che scorre nelle mie vene e il mio codice genetico non ha nessun simile di immediatamente prossimo – solo una nonna logorroica e “sofronia”, ma le quali prediche mi mancherebbero se smettesse, e soprattutto è a lei che devo il mio prematuro interesse per Omero alla tenera età di 4 anni.
Scrivo per non urlare e mettermi in conflitto,forse perché nonostante tutte le mie prediche non so come meglio affrontarvi e dirvi ciò che penso. Ma l’istinto mi porta ad usare questa piccola piattaforma globale creata in un felice momento nella terra che mi appartiene come valvola di sfogo.

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Fashion, Lifestyle

Smart shopping

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Ok, I am definitely sick and spoiled – and yes I deserve it and must keep on as the university officially payed me some hundred bucks for PRODUCTIVITY AND MERIT 🙂 🙂 :).
As soon as I decide to take a walk I always end up on the wild side of compulsive shopping. This is not a disease unless the wardrobe finally falls (it happened). This is INDISPENSABLE if you choose to live investing in yourself, keeping to be stylish, and you live day by day renewing – everything constantly changes, Buddhism answers even to that.
Btw, I am very proud to say that I spend very smartly… I only want the best of quality. And the best of quality IS NOT in overrated brands.
You don’t have to go at Hermes, Chanel, Vuitton, Gucci […] to have the best over-envied bag. Children in the world are dying of starvation, how can you actually spend over a thousand £ for a bag?? I’m not talking of morals, you are free to spend all of your loads of money in luxury – I’d be incoherent as I am often mingled where the craziest expenses are made (see Monte-Carlo) and I will never be a communist hermit. Free to spend and give how much you want because you deserve it for the position you got, speaking of bags you won’t be the unique woman of the world with that object. Simply, your purchase is not original because it’s not unique. What is the point then? Of course you can sell a bag as a vintage object afterwords. But for that price you could have choose a diamond’s creation, always valuable as the first moment you worn it.
An iPhone keeps its original value for one year; after that it will always be expensive and rated, over guaranteed… Compared to other phones it stays the best.
A Hermes foulard is priceless when it becomes unique, as every season the artists that paint them change – I will never have back my first one that daddy bought me to Paris, gone in the wind while on a scooter: la Tour Eiffel s’envole c’est justement envolée…
Accessories are unique. Icons are icons (I’d get Loubotine’s shoes soon).
What are my parameters of value? Quality, design, elegance and last but not least comfort.
This week I made one of the best purchases of my life – seriously!
I never regret my purchases because I never go out shopping with an idea of what I need: I simply enter shops and if I follow in love for something and it’s worth the price, I buy. I am involved in a very deep and psychological relationship with what I WANT and don’t possess, as it looks like things are choosing me as well… And I keep in my memory how I felt in that special moment of my life with that “companion” in contact with my body. This could never be a fashion blog for this reason: I switch from a fashion topic to a psychological/religious/economic one..!!!
But anyway (to cut short and get to the point), by the power of coincidence I stepped in that shop at that moment.
I saw these bags (available in 3 different, strong and fashionable colours) and they stroke me for the shape, the leather and the comfort. I stated that I actually needed a more comfortable, lighter shopper – Balenciagas and Birkins (all of different colours taken from the original artisans but without their names, aaah the power of choice) are heavy! – for the travels I am going to make the following weeks. At first I contained my impulsive instinct, but while I was going back home I was thinking over… The next 2 days I kept on looking around without really finding something at their level.
Their image was coming up in my mind; like when you’re uncertain of your partner and you valuate other ones until you decide that your first impulses and your feelings are stronger than anything else… the final step is passionately holding the man/bag. I had no choice but to get the orange one (I was on a yellow idea, even if I already have yellow bags – I like the colour). My mum, whom advise is sometimes the rightest even in other fields, there made me notice that it was double-face. Orange-black, the best of all (soo Hermes)! All leather, by Patrizia Pepe. Compared to that purchase, the first Gucci bag I asked my parents for the 19th birthday feels presumptuous and a bit silly even if it will always reminds me of that day in Monte-Carlo… Ah, if objects could speak…
You carry on your life in a bag, while over a man you can waste it: choose yours always deeply! And change it sometimes, to get back more in love than before to the former…or to switch to a better one! 😉

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Ehm, there are included by case a swimsuit (got 2 in 3 days), sunglasses, Chanel nailpolish… It’s the same photo I posted on Instagram that same day, I would even be too lazy to be a fashion blogger 😉

http://www.patriziapepe.com/gb/en

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Food

Common errors made abroad when eating Italian food.

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Est modus in rebus…
And undoubtedly Italian food is the most genuine and good in the world.
Even though I don’t go mad for pasta, I seldom eat pizza, and I more likely eat eastern food…
I miss my country so much and I am very picky when it’s about food. High restaurants in Monte Carlo will never been at the height of the cheap simple local restaurants in Tuscany. I strictly avoid Italian food when I am abroad. The only pizza that I arrived to consider better than ours is the one prepared at La Reserve de la Mala and Edmonds, in Cap d’Ail: very tiny, light… The contrary of the Neapolitan Classic pizza (so many carbs would kill a horse).

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Pretty nice being served at the beach, huh?

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