Giulia Neri

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Giulia Neri

Illustration for Elle DEcoration NL

Illustration for Elle DEcoration NL

When you spoke of waiting something you can't have

When you spoke of waiting something you can't have

When you spoke of waiting something you can't have

When you spoke of waiting something you can't have

An ordinary day

An ordinary day

An ordinary day

An ordinary day

We told each other about life, the one we have not lived togheter

We told each other about life, the one we have not lived togheter

We told each other about life, the one we have not lived togheter

We told each other about life, the one we have not lived togheter

How can we forget?

How can we forget?

How can we forget?

How can we forget?

Never let your carefreeness go

Never let your carefreeness go

Never let your carefreeness go

Never let your carefreeness go

It's time to go

It's time to go

It's time to go

It's time to go

When the Blues was born

When the Blues was born

When the Blues was born

When the Blues was born

Hot scary summer

Hot scary summer

Hot scary summer

Hot scary summer

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”