I didn’t want to fall for you, but I did. I didn’t want to meet you, yet I did.

This is (not) a love story.


The best love stories happen when you least expect it. I sure didn’t see this one coming: I was tired, at the end of the week, and had no wish to meet you. Yet I was forced into it, or you were forced to welcome me, with all my exuberance and my outrageous remarks – no politically correct here!
And it was no love at first sight: believe me, I hated you. All of the attitude, the incomprehensible jokes, the sense of superiority given by geography and the glorious history. You weren’t giving me the attention I was use to, and that was a serious first for me. So I decided to take it on my own, and to get you to your knees before you knew what hit you..



Yet the joke was on me, because in less than 4 hours,I was entranced and lost! How was it humanly possible to be that perfect?
Oh, Paestum, what have you done to me?


I had no wish to be seduced, really. That kind of surrender is just not for me, I am way too much controlled to lose reign over my senses; yet all I could think about was, “this is magic, it cannot be real”. A moment lost in time, really. The temples were there, in a small valley, waiting for me since Before Christ, stoic and silent. And I was wearing pure sartorial magic: Dolce & Gabbana full organza skirt with more temples on it. A match made in heaven.

I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did…I did

Caution? I have such weakness for places with history! To be totally honest, I already shot this outfit in Milan and I adore the pictures. Yet I couldn’t resist this valley. The Gods have made it truly their home, and have given me a love story to remember.



So I surrendered, kicked off my heels and took a deep breath of the wonderful air, smelling of seaside and spring.


So the ice queen had met her match: wanting to prove she could show you how it’s done, she quickly realized it was you who was giving her a lesson. Humbling, really. You walk in expecting things to be as you’ve imagined them, often with prejudices, and you get the surprise of your life and a lesson in love, beauty and ancient history.
I was told: beware of the South Italy, they are weird and you will have enough in 24 hours. Ah, the ignorance.


Letting down one’s guard is the most surprising thing: it happens without your consent, you can’t remember exactly when it happens, one moment you are in control, the next your head does not belong to you only. And the beauty of it is, you hate it but you like it, like you’ve been waiting for something or someone to challenge you, awaken you and enable you to look outside of the box you live in. Yet once you open that door, there is no way of closing it: you are changed, it is done, and you find yourself opening it even more widely.




For a couple of hours, I was unguardedly in love with Paestum and its temples. I walked the ancient grounds, felt history running through my veins and the beauty of the valley taking over. I forgot the original photoshoot idea, I just let the wind arrange my hair, the sun kiss my face and the fragrant flowers on the trees inebriate my senses. The sun was going down, but I wanted to stay like that for days.



Can you fall in love at first sight? Yes, you can.



Goodbye Paestum, thank you for the memories.

If you were the ocean and I was the sun

If the day made me heavy and gravity won

If I was the red and you were the blue

I could just fade into you

5 Comments on Oh, how the mighty fall in love

  1. @fashion_lawyer
    May 16, 2014 at 10:32 pm (5 years ago)

    Insanely beautifully written. I just feel like kissing a historical
    monument after reading this.

    • ladyviolante
      May 24, 2014 at 8:55 am (5 years ago)

      Thank you for making me spit my coffee laughing 😀 LOL!

    • ladyviolante
      May 24, 2014 at 8:56 am (5 years ago)

      Thank you darling! 🙂 🙂


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