+put your ray gun to my head+
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how long I’ve kept this journal, and couldn’t believe when I realised that three years have passed already. This got me thinking about how many things have occurred in these three years.
With all the changes I’ve been through, from former calendar girl to portraying Italy’s most notorious porn star Moana Pozzi for the cinema, no one would’ve ever thought that I would’ve ended up taking a different direction completely.
Spending the past three years between London and New York City, I’ve learned a lot about music, the club scene, DJing, and life in general. Soon, I became more accustomed to seeing the sunrise than the sunset, and I exchanged the glamourous life, for something seemingly more simple, but finding it hard to break away from the complex completely.
I also came to wonder, who touches you the most? The one who breaks your heart, the one who denies you have one, or the one who’s too oblivious to want it?
In the midst of all these questions, I wasn’t able to reach an absolute conclusion. Perhaps there really isn’t any easy solution, maybe there’s a reason for this constant awkward limbo. Suspended with suspense.
Maybe, there’s no real answer, and it’s best to merely indulge in the unpredictable.
And as I contemplate such complexities, I find myself giving advice to all the Italians through a mode of advertisement for Algida’s Temptation ice cream, saying: “It’s a sin not to give in to temptation.”
With all the changes I’ve been through, from former calendar girl to portraying Italy’s most notorious porn star Moana Pozzi for the cinema, no one would’ve ever thought that I would’ve ended up taking a different direction completely.
Spending the past three years between London and New York City, I’ve learned a lot about music, the club scene, DJing, and life in general. Soon, I became more accustomed to seeing the sunrise than the sunset, and I exchanged the glamourous life, for something seemingly more simple, but finding it hard to break away from the complex completely.
I also came to wonder, who touches you the most? The one who breaks your heart, the one who denies you have one, or the one who’s too oblivious to want it?
In the midst of all these questions, I wasn’t able to reach an absolute conclusion. Perhaps there really isn’t any easy solution, maybe there’s a reason for this constant awkward limbo. Suspended with suspense.
Maybe, there’s no real answer, and it’s best to merely indulge in the unpredictable.
And as I contemplate such complexities, I find myself giving advice to all the Italians through a mode of advertisement for Algida’s Temptation ice cream, saying: “It’s a sin not to give in to temptation.”
