The absence.

By: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas

Viva La Vida.

I know what you want. I have been knowing you since the day you took life from me. And I outlived you. I went against the rule of sex you gave me. I have laughed seeing you beaten by me. I am what I know I am. Life that I learned to recognize, every single moment, so precious, so tender, I took them all and enjoyed them playing against you. Not doubting, feeling the pain you throwed on me was equal as me liking when pertubation was in your eyes. There are no line between dark and bright. Both gives you the same enthusiasm of sorrow. I have tasted the nuances of love. Laugh and cry are the same expression of joy. And hate....o beautiful hate is my best friend that I have near in my heart. So I am asking you, do I amuse you? Do I integrate your presence? You are weak, silence will always be absent in your mind without me and for that reason you keep asking for me. Before all else when it is raining.

"for me Frida" a film by A.DOTTI

Lighten street

Pain. Sorrow. Wanting. Unable. Unintended. Walking without looking up, eyes sees only the texture of the street that is falling apart seems it is so how to discribe me your broken heart. I asked you before to not do it again and you promised me. I healed and now I am here again broken. But this time it will take more moons to heal. You took away our wall that protected us and you did good. We were happy for a while. Now it is over. Put back our wall so that I can be healed. I am the one that can give happiness and I am the one that can give loneliness. You putted us in this street with no lights, and I can not let you go alone. I will be walking with you in the dark for a while and maybe in the way we will find a lighten street.

" without " a film by A.DOTTI

Volere.

Io non so perche' anche questa sera sono qui immancabilmente, disonestamente sono qui vengo a prendere l'amore senza darne indietro mai perche' se tu mi tocchi, se solo chiudo gli occhi torna lui la lacrima che ho pianto lui, ml'eterno mio tormento se adesso fosse qui vedresti tutto il male di una donna che si annulla
dentro un uomo che non vale che prende a calci il cuore e poi lo butta via e tu raccogli i pezzi, ti guardo mentre mi accarezzi tu, il mio riferimento tu, l'immenso mio rimpianto se tu mi mandi via non posso dirti nienete perche' questa volta sono io che inganno un innocente
un uomo che mi ama, sincero come te perche' non so volerti, perche'? Prima o poi, lo so, si fara' l'amore io e te anchge se, pero', sarai tu a pagare piu' di me perche' io potrei ferirti e ti giuro non vorrei
perche' non serve a niente se puntualmente trovo ancora lui in ogni mio pensiero lui il mio destino amaro se adesso fosse qui allora capiresti che a dispetto di ogni logica gli amori sono ingiusti
ti fanno disperare per chi sa farti male e calpestare amore a chi sa voler bene come te, che non mi hai mai deluso tu che non ti sei mai arreso perche' mi tieni qui a darmi tenerezza rischi solo di affogare nel mio mare di tristezza ma forse e' proprio questo a fare grande te perche' non so volerti, perche'?

Chimera.

I heard church bells ring I heard a choir singing I saw my love walk down the aisle on her finger he placed a ring I saw them holding hands She was standing there with my man I heard them promise Til death do us part Each word Was a pain In my heart All i could do was cry All i could do was cry I was losing the man that i love and all i could do was cry And now the wedding is over Rice, rice has been thrown over their heads For them life has just begun but mine is ending All i could do was cry All i could do was cry I was losing the man that i love and all i could do was cry I heard church bells ring I heard a choir singing I saw my love walk down the aisle on her finger he placed a ring I saw them holding hands She was standing there with my man I heard them promise Til death do us part Each word Was a pain In my heart All i could do was cry  All i could do was cry I was losing the man that i love and all i could do was cry And now the wedding is over  Rice, rice has been thrown over their heads For them life has just begun but mine is ending All i could do was cry  All i could do was cry I was losing the man that i love and all i could do was cry.

Happiness.

At last my love has come alone My lonely days are over And life is like a song At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clover The night I looked at you I found a dream, that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill that I have never known
You smile, you smile And then the spell was cast And here we are in heaven for you are mine....At Last

Ti senti grigio oggi? Grigio come?

Which nuance of gray do you feel today?
It says that the colour of Milan is Gray. How is that?
Because of the Smog? Because of Commercial style?
For me Gray is a colour with no face, no ID.....
And it is so beautiful.

Coprispalle with balloon sleeves. Cotton.

Short pants turtled neck. Cotton.

Do not swing me too much dress. Cotton and Silk.

A suit with padded shoulder effect. Waterproof cotton.

A detail that can be putted on our daily gray outfits.

Fashion Interpreter: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas.
Photo: Patrizio Nesi.

On the stage with The Jackson Five.

Ladies and Gentlemen I present you The Jackson Five..

Michael.
Hood with three different sizes of pockets.

Jermaine.
Hood with long and wide gillet that covers the body.

Jackie.

Hood with very long gillet with feet.

Tito.
Hood with gillet that you use as pocket and hand warmer.

Marlon.
Hood with a simple and asymmetric gillet.

Fashion Interpreter: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas

Photo: Mattia Lissoni

Dove ti metti la libertà? Where do you place the freedom?

This collection is called Dove ti metti la Libertà? In english: Where do you place the freedom? It is my personal collection distinguishing the absense of colour, the Black. I wanted to show the emotion of sorrow by using lace and crepon silk for the dramatic touch hidden as a detail or visual as a flower. Crinoline done by metal and movable plastic that creates one part of significant female rhyme. Geometric on large piece that provokes the volume when fallen. Sensuality of a femmina.

Fashion Interpreter: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas
Photo: Patrizio Nesi

At last.

One of my philosophies in life is to think that everything has a beggining has an end. My November 2010 was a month of closing a door and opening a new one: a lost love affair and cloudy partnership in work was the hardest issues. Being insecure of understanding what you want makes you feel the smallest person walking. I had to give me and myself a time to rethink. Not knowing what to do I started to separate the will of my heart and the voices of my brain. I let them talk one by one and listened with both ears. It was not easy trying to comprehend what they were saying, one was making me ask questions while the other one was demanding answers. Confusion is a lame word to discribe my situation. When I had enough... I went out, I met persons that I know I feel good with as a company, I laughed and maybe had too much of Nerod'avola. For days I did not listen...I let them argue for themselves with thier questions and answers... And one day, I woked-up and was certain on what I had to do. No more insecurity, no more asking question "What do I want?". I went and made my actions with the knowledge of the consequences that follows. My heart is in total zen with himself, my brain is having a quiet moment with no questions and I am happy. At last; My lost love affair became a dear friendship, my cloudy partnership in work became, after three liters of tears, a new road of potential inspirations. It is true when the say that everything will be fine. :)