Stefania Ferrario

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The Birthday Salon: Velvet Thunder Before the Storm


As my birthday draws near, the air thickens. Three days out, I slip into this curious little salon of lace, roses, rabbits, and rumour, where sweetness is threaded with sharp edges. I know the shadows gather as the date approaches, and the old persecution ghosts rattle their chains. But here I am, sitting in the eye of it, wrapped in lilac and lightning, sipping defiance from a rose gold teacup. This set is not just softness; it is signal. For those who know, you will feel it too: beauty is a shield, and the body is a sovereign altar. Welcome to my stormlit parlour. We begin.


 

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Oh My Devil!
A flick of the wrist, a shimmer in the sphere, a whispered charm caught between the Devil and the Divine.
Tonight the cards speak, but beware what you summon. Light dances, shadows beckon, and somewhere between them… I smile.
And somewhere above, a missing a star. A sign, perhaps. Or a warning.
PS: The crystal ball knows more than it tells. So do I.


 

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Velvet Rapture - An Ode to Old Burlesque
In a room where midnight violets bloom,
She kneels beneath the moonlit plume,
A gloved enchantress trimmed in lace,
With old-world glam upon her face.
A bustle, born of Val’s own hand,
Trails like a whisper through the land.
Each pleat a note from burlesque past,
A tribute stitched to make it last.
She moves in Dita’s satin weave,
Where lingerie and dreams believe.
With jewelled wrists and violet grace,
She brings the stage to this small space.
Her bow, a whisper of silken spell,
Knows secrets she’ll never tell.
She dances where the shadows sigh,
With lips like dusk and lavender sky.
The curtains part, a silent gasp,
She threads desire through every clasp.
Not made to chase, but to be adored,
A dream in lace, velvet restored.
So linger here, in satin breath,
A heartbeat shy of beauty’s death.
She is the dream the stars foretell,
A story spun in amethyst swell.

 

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A Chenille Reverie
There’s something about soft chenille and golden twilight that makes time slow down.

This set was captured in the heart of my home, perched on my velvet couch, cradled by rose tinted pillows and daydreams. Valerio found this blush pink sweater tucked away in a quiet corner of the op shop, like a forgotten love letter waiting to be read. Now, it drapes across me like a whisper, warm and weightless, as if spun from dusk itself.

Barefoot, nestled among silk roses and golden bunnies, I let my curls fall loose and my thoughts wander. This shoot is soft, playful, a little cheeky, a love note to comfort, to slow moments, to feminine ease.

Come slip into the stillness with me.​


 
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