Prada Fairy Bag

In Milan in September, the Prada runway show was a buzz with Miuccia filling the runway with silk-printed tunics, cropped flared trousers, and nymph and fairy prints. The backdrop looked as if it was from a girls imagination of doodles and drawings while daydreaming. Miuccia’s focus was “about trying to find a new creativity.”

The fairy print was the iconic print for the Spring season and was seen on their handbags, clothing, and even their shoe boxes. The handbag that had me buzzing was this Prada Fairy Bag. Available in two sizes and said to be a limited edition...

Hmmm... This Prada Bag is majestic and enchanting. The deerskin leather is said to have a slight sparkle to it. This bag is absolutely gorgeous, just takes my breath away!

I Got Over You.

I waited now for my lover's return;
eager to disburden my mind,
to seek of him the solution of the agitation,
that had robbed me of my tranquility.

I said, "I will stay by the window-casement:
it is moonlight at intervals; I can see a good way of the road.
He may be coming now,
and to meet him will save some minutes of suspense.

Moments after moments were wasted.
How many times had the clock struck, I could not recall.
A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked
-a tear of desperation and disappointment;
ashamed of it, I wiped it away.

I lingered;
though the moon shut herself wholly within her chamber,
and drew close her curtain of dense cloud:
the night grew dark; rain driving fast on the gale.

But the road...
as far as I could see, to the right hand and the left,
was all still and solitary: save for the shadows of clouds crossing it at intervals as the moon looked out.
It was but a long, pale line, unvaried by one moving speck.

I thought that you were on the road, my love.
I was to follow the windings of the unknown road, should I?
I was to strain every nerve to reach you, should I?
I was to make effort on effort to utter your name
and entreat you to stop, should I?

Should I, when total obscurity environed me,
rain pelted me and I was heavily burdened?
Should I, when my movements were but fettered,
my voice died away inarticulate?
While you, I felt, withdrew farther and farther every moment.

I continued the wish to be with you, should I?

Bonjour a Tous!

Everybody has a secret world inside of them...
All of the people of the world, I mean everybody.
No matter how they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds.
Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

Unfolding before you... is the Secret Dream World of Fé...

Not a high-profile model, nor a very famous actress.
Not one of those faces you see on the magazine,

nor watch at the gossip shows daily.
Just a girl, who is simply someone inspiring at the slightest provocation.
Someone you meet at an ordinary place, at an ordinary time, but comes forward as an extraordinary personality.

Bubbly. Floaty. Dreamy.

Enter the unique magical world that chastens the pleasure of those who look and listen by a controlling sense of awe.

A world of elegance and style for your first impression. Then linger a while, dive into a depth of mind, an expansive horizon and a beautiful soul...

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