my thoughts are with you sonnet.

Dated 5th May, 2011. Its the 3rd time ive edited this work...I want to go in accordance with the Shakespearean Sonnet style of writing... I hope I don't commit no crime in writing this sonnet because sonnet has got such a strict rule.

My thoughts are there with you, oh yes with you,
High on wine and high on you.Seduce me
With your vines, I will read my lines to you
Make this world mine. Distance is far maybe,
Between you and I. But near are you here
In my heart and in my frightening mind.
How am I s'pose to spend my night out here?
I can't be lying here with my own kind.
Don’t let the heavens fall on me hold me
In your heart tonight, caress me and I,
I'll put you deep in my thoughts do hold me.
I yearn for that secret pleasure, yes I.
When holding hands meant being a part of us
That state when I become you that tied us.

complicated simplicity sonnet.

The simplicity of it all, and oh
The loneliness enthralling me beyond
The complicatedness of it all, oh
Deep down inside I feel the rising tides.
Facing the phase of adulthood: am I
Alone? Is it my soul seeking a dream?
Is it my life, my past and my future
Confounding themselves delving deep in wars
Is it that black fairy trying so hard
To hold its life so dear it had cherished?
Something from somewhere pokes me and tells me
To not take the step I am yet to take;
Finding it hard to even concentrate
Upon this life oh this dark lifeless life

Kirsi Pyrhönen for VOGUE ITALIA by PAOLO ROVERSI

Left. Jacket, Lanvin; hat Stephen Jones; Leg Covers, Ter et Bantine. Jacket and hood, Yves Saint Laurent; headpiece Donna Karan Collection; earrings Gripoix

Coat, Max Mara; skirt, Limi Feu. Headband, Karl Lagerfeld; cape, Jhon Galliano; belt Yohji Yamamoto; gloves Cornelia James

 Source: Vogue Italia

Jacket, Gianfranco Ferré. Hat angels the costumiers; veil VV Rouleaux; gloves, Ines Gloves

Hood, Viktor & Rolf; jacket and skirt; Trussardi 1911. Socks, Calzedonia; shoes Richard Nicoll. Next page. Coat and hat, Donna Karan Collection. Leg covers, Ter et Bantine. Bijoux Gripoix

Coat, Iceberg; tail­leur, Louis Vuitton. Brooch Gripoix. Next page. Jacket and skirt, Fendi. Headband Karl Lager­feld; micro-gloves Ines Gloves

make-up Sally Branka: @ Julian Watson agency. Manicure Elsa Deslandes @ majeure & événements. Fashion editor Jacob K

Discovered at the age of thirteen, now at seventeen she is one of the new faces of the fashion world. And yet, with that beauty of an "alien Laplander", she considers herself a normal teenager... with a suitcase

Two months have passed since that cover (May's Vogue Italia), but the excitement has still not died down in the fashion world.

With Kirsi Pyrhönen the expression "a star is born" is something more than a convenient cliché. Kirsi is a star born seventeen years ago, and that's that. As for the interplanetary aspect, that air of the alien Laplander who has just fallen to Earth. Finnish, from near Helsinki, an older brother and sister, two working parents - "my father is an engineer; my mother works at a gas company" - her dog Akusti, a Swedish Vallhund, Kirsi is a student with a suitcase. "I'm here at school for just one more week, then the holidays begin: I still have three years to go to finish high school".

Considering she is a teenager catapulted to the top of the profession in just a few weeks and one of the new faces to which the world will soon become accustomed, she displays noteworthy realism. "I'm just a student who sometimes takes a plane and goes to work, and has a great job".

A great job that she'll endeavour to keep doing. "It's what I've always wanted to do. Becoming a model was never a plan, even if I did want to do it when I was a child". She has not found the fashion world to be very different from how she imagined it. "Tougher and more tiring than I expected, that IS true". And it is still too soon to talk about a life "after": "I could remain in this world, but I also like design and furnishing. I'll certainly do something creative. Only time will tell me what".

Otherwise, her world is like that of any other teenager, with the same pastimes - "I don't have a favourite band or DJ: I like certain songs by Lady Gaga, MGMT, Lil Wayne, Kanye West..." - and the same concerns of someone who will inherit an ecologically semi-destroyed planet when she grows up. "We can truly change things for the environment if we all do something, even if it's small. And then I would like to help those who are in desperate need".

These photos by Paolo Roversi place her in a timeless classicity: it is no coincidence that she likes Audrey Hepburn films and has Coco Chanel as a reference. She loves vintage, "above all in summer. Here in the north, in winter you need to cover up in something more modern and effective".

Among today's names, she likes Christopher Kane and Alexander Wang
, designers for whom she has paraded. "They're both young and their collections are amazing. They have a style that's very close to my own tastes". For now, the whirlwind of events that has made her teenage life so crazy allows her little time, and the little there is she devotes entirely "to friends, to family... and to food".

Ending up on that cover designed by Steven Meisel - "there was a splendid atmosphere on the set; it was a very beautiful shoot" - was perhaps predestined, ever since she was discovered one day, at thirteen, shopping at Ikea together with her mother. "I don't remember what we were buying", she says, smiling, "probably nothing important". Perhaps she is right. The "discovery" would have happened anyway, maybe in a lift or at a bar. It is unlikely that such an "alien" beauty would have gone unnoticed for long.

Yet that shopping session offered the opportunity for a career that has a good chance of characterising the decades to come. Who knows, maybe the Swedish colossus will ask her to be the face for an ad campaign, to give her the opportunity to pay them back.


Leonardo Clausi, tratto da Vogue Italia, Luglio 2010 (n. 719), p. 160 - 173

JENNIFER LOPEZ FOR VOGUE ITALIA MAY 2010 BY MICHAELANGELO DI BATTISTA

On the left. Shirt, Yves Saint Laurent. On the right. Dress, Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci; hat, Katharina M; sandal, Giuseppe Zanotti Design

Despite her twins, Emme and Maximilian, her marriage with Latin pop star Marc Anthony, her long break and luxury commuting life between Los Angeles and her country home outside New York, she has not changed. She is still "Jenny from the block", thanks to a solid family, but also because of two failed marriages that have helped her understand what love is. Now she feels ready to talk about it. In song. 

Cardigan, corset, skirt and shoes by Dolce&Gabbana

"Going to love lessons could help us in our lives". With three marriages and a series of stormy relationships behind her, Jennifer Lopez speaks with experience. Sitting in the study in her country home outside New York, she touches on the argument by talking about Love, the first album produced since the birth of her two twins, Emme and Maximilian.

On the left. Dress, Gucci; gloves, Maison Fabre. On the right. Robe bustier, Antonio Berardi

"Love is the most important thing in life, but we never talk about it enough", she stresses. "Today, I feel I'm a more aware person. I don't want to try and teach anyone anything, because I don't reckon I have all the answers in my pocket. But I would like this record to help people think".

Bodysuit, Eres; dress and sandals Prada

The six years passed with Marc Anthony and maternity have changed her points of view. A few months before the birth of the twins, she chose to leave the public scene for the first time since coming to the fore as actress, in the mid 1990s. This has been a healthy break for her, giving her the time to reflect and the desire to restart the role of sexy diva she has always played. "At the beginning, everything revolved around the kids. Now, they remain the priority, but I've reacquired my sex appeal and energy".

Shirt and shorts, Yves Saint Laurent

Dress, necklace and shoes, Lanvin

Nicola Scevola, from Vogue Italia, May 2010 (n.411), p. 156 - 167

Source: (VOGUE ITALIA)

"A WHITE STORY": VOGUE ITALIA APRIL 2010 EDITORIAL BY PAOLO ROVERS

Left dress, Valentino; body, Wunderkind; gloves, Cornelia James; socks, Chanel; knee pads, Vanessa Bruno.
Right dress, Fendi; shawl, Angels the Costumiers.

Make-up Max Delorme @ L’atelier NY using Temptu.
Manicure Anny Errandonea @ Marie-France Thavonekham.
Fashion editor Jacob K.

Slip dress, Just Cavalli. Tights, Chanel; Knee pads, Vanessa Bruno and Emma Roach.

Left dress and tights, Chanel. Bra, National Theatre Costume Hire; knee pads, Emma Roach.
Right robe bustier, Gianfranco Ferré.

Top and dress; jacket, top and skirt: Comme Des Garçons. Knee pads, Vanessa Bruno and Emma Roach.

Left shirt and skirt, Ralph Lauren Collection; Top, Phi.
Right dress, Alberta Ferretti.

Left from left bra and knickers, Vivienne Westwood. Dress and shorts, Yves Saint Laurent; Top, Phi.
Right shirt, Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci; skirt, Ann Demeulemeester.

Slip dress, Missoni. Hair Odile Gilbert @ L’atelier (68).

Left top and knickers, Dolce & Gabbana; bra, Jean Paul Gaultier; crinoline, Emma Roach.
Right shirt, Yohji Yamamoto; skirt, D&G; bloomers, Angels the Costumiers. tights, Wolford; laces, Emma Roach.

Dress, Chloé; slip dress vintage, Angels the Costumiers. Knee pads, Vanessa Bruno and Emma Roach. Prop stylist Jean-Hughes de Chatillon.

"Close Up": Vogue Italia march 2010 by Miles Aldridge

Hair Kerry Warn @ The Milton Agency for John Frieda.
Make-up Alice Ghendrih @ Artlist.
Manicure Christina Conrad @ Management Artists using Chanel.
Fashion editor Alice Gentilucci.

Dress, Dolce & Gabbana. Earrings, Cartier; ring, Au Vase de Delft; sandals, Cesare Paciotti. Bag, Furla. Behind: suit and shirt, Dolce & Gabbana; bow-tie, Charvet; shoes, Studio Pollini.

Front décolletées Casadei. Dress, Chanel; earrings, Cartier. Shoulder belt, Kathy Van Zeeland. Behind: suit, Dolce & Gabbana; monocle, Dary’s; bow-tie, Charvet.

Dress and shirt, Francesco Scognamiglio. Pochette and décolletées, Pollini; shoulder belt, Studio Pollini. Suit, Lanvin; rings, Au Vase de Delft.

From left jacket, shirt and robe bustier, Yves Saint Laurent. Bow-tie, Charvet; earrings, Les Néréides; pochette, Mulberry. Suit and shirt, Ralph Lauren Collection; monocle, Dary’s. Pearles, Chanel.

From left dress, top, skirt and robe bustier, Aquilano.Rimondi. Platforms, Alberto Guardiani; décolletées, Baldinini. Tuxedo and shirt, Lanvin; bow-tie and band, Charvet; ring, Au Vase de Delft; shoes, Studio Pollini. Behind: suit, Jean Paul Gaultier.

From left dresses, Lanvin. Bracelet, Agatha; décolletées, Vic Matié. Bag, pochette and clutch, Gherardini. Fan, Véra Pilo. Suits, shirts and shoes, Dolce & Gabbana; bow-tie, Charvet; monocle, Dary’s.

From left suit, top and dresses, Miu Miu; earrings, Les Néréides and Agatha. Clutches, Carpisa; sandals, Le Silla. Suit and shirt, Dolce & Gabbana; monocle and ring, Dary’s. Prop stylist Fabienne Eisenstein; location Lancaster Hotel, Parigi.

A TRIBUTE TO A DECEASED FRIEND titled "A Note to you, Elte!"

PROLOGUE to the POEM:

This poem is composed for a deceased friend, Eltea, who was a wonderful friend. His absence has made me wonder about what thoughts might have been there behind those smiles, those true innocent smiles.... In this poem, which I have titled as "A Note to you, Elte", I have put inside a few names from amongst my circle of friends, who have also been good good friends to Eltea. And some lines might make you, as readers, feel somewhat not connected to the poem, because of the moments that I have put inside as a memory lane.
He truly was a friend indeed, and I want to take this opportunity to tell him that not only I, but our circle of friends have missed him so much. "Elte, you might not be here with us in this world, but we have memories of you and your sweet smiles, your laughs and your talks. We feel left out by you because you left so abruptly without leaving any goodbyes, you should have at least said goodbye in a proper way. At times, we feel like seeing you again just to slap your face because of the way you left us... May your soul rest in peace!"


A Note to you, Elte!

You were with us, oh yes, you were
There at the “Silvermoon” square;
Noel and B’no by your side
Laughin’ on and talking light;
Finding muses to make us smile
Filling glasses to drink in style;
Remembering your phrase “glass mate”
Ringing in our thoughts fully awake;
Midnight comes and so will morn
Who knows if morrow might scorn;
The night is young and so are we
Show must go on and so must we.

There we dance at the “Pink Party”
Your pink shirt starts with a ‘T’
It’s “Like a virgin” there we sang
The lil’ bitch kissing ‘A’ with a fang;
“Black n White Revolution” down the West End
Raymond pouting with’e ray-ban;
Madonna pushing us to ‘go with the flaw’
Manoah p’forming with a mighty thaw;
Fred and Bec in the ‘get busy’ groove
Nans and Goosh get down to the groove;
Those were the days that gone past us
Filled with memories of the lingered past.

Sev’n Nine Six O to pick you up
Xavy and Fab to follow up;
With Mike ‘n’ Machh’, be by their side
In their friendship you must confide;
Roaring aloud in the streets of ‘Zâwl
Anxieties have gone with the yawl;
The time has come to catch the wind
Go on my guys, go catch the wind;
Let time run past the speed of light
Whole night lay there enjoy the flight;
Traffics have gone, Elte, ya go drive
Way past that street, that Zarkawt Pride.

“Around we hang at the café there
Coffee we sip’d with g’sip no spare;
The smiles you flash what lies beneath
Beyond that space our senses seat;
Had we but known ‘ur inner fears
Drawn back might be a thousand tears;
In deep disgust U make us feel
Helpless in grief and tears in reel;
Realize you will what consequence
Lead us to that lonely sequence;
Realized we have of ‘ur goodness
Bearing burdens in singleness.”

Pompous days are ‘gone with the wind’
‘Lover’s Vows’ broken and in ruin;
Parting are friends to mend their ways
Only to find friends keep solace;
God only knows what lies ahead
Great deeds might lie with sinful dread;
Tears of joy and that of pain
Trickling down on cheeks like grain;
Melting in the sea of tears
Might we but find a track of fear?
Anxieties be cast away
Heav’n only knows what dreams might lay.