Bella Voluttá

Tuesday night. Espresso. Old sketchbook from Napoli I found in a box I never unpacked. I used to draw for hours at nonna's kitchen table. Haven't opened this thing in two years. Sat down to look through it and ended up just sitting here with my feet up doing absolutely nothing. Some things don't cha

Gia bought me these gloves as a joke. "For ur villain era, Bella." I put them on to be funny. Then I looked in the mirror and didn't take them off. Sometimes u put something on and it changes how u stand, how u look back, how u breathe. This did that. Sunday afternoon. Clouds over Brooklyn. Radiator

After last night at Gia’s I didn’t even make it to pajamas. Just fell into bed, wet hair and all. Woke up to sun on my face and zero memory of setting an alarm. Manager called twice. I watched it ring. Monday can wait. I’m not done being Sunday yet.

Gia has this courtyard behind her building. Terracotta floor, no lights, one hose. Don’t ask about the hose. At some point the shoot moved outside, the hair got wet, and my leopard top was the only thing left from the outfit I walked in with. October in Brooklyn at 1am hits different when ur on ur k

Golden hour in Bushwick lasts like 11 minutes. Gia was losing her mind trying to catch it. I was eating a sandwich. She grabbed it out of my hand, pointed at the table and said “adesso, Bella”. So here we are. Still had my socks on. She said take them off. I said no. Some things are non-negotiable.

Ok enough sunsets and feelings. Gia called. Said she got new props. I said what kind. She said “just come over, Bella.” Walked in. Saw pink leather on the table. Walked out. Came back. Tried it on. Didn’t walk out again. This set has 6 more pics. U want them? U know where to find them 😏

Shoot in LA this weekend. Tiny hotel, dark walls, wooden chair that probably costs more than my rent in Brooklyn. But that sunset through the window stopped me mid-frame. Palms, hills, golden light. For a second it smelled like home. Like nonna’s balcony in Posillipo. I sat there for 20 minutes doin

She picks it out every birthday. Lace, flowers, always something soft. “Per la mia bambina” on the note every time. If she saw where it actually ends up… on my page… for u… madonna mia she’d fly here and drag me home by my hair lol. Anyway. Sunday evening. Chocolate sheets. Nowhere to be. No one tex

So i fell into the anime side of the internet last week and now i own this. Gia saw it and said “bella che cazzo è questo” and honestly? Valid question. But the real question is do u recognize any of these girls on me rn? Name one and i’ll be impressed. Name all of them and u get something special i

two sundays in a row in bed? even i got bored of myself lol. sun came through the skylight and i thought ok fine maybe i’ll leave the apartment today. got as far as the stairs. took a pic. went back to bed. progress tho right? 😏