Soft Echoes is essentially a letter, a love letter to romantic lifestyle, aimed to inspire you to observe and appreciate little moments and random events. It is a whispered monologue, a salon of thoughts that appear in silk and nostalgia. It is the quiet moment before the curtain rises, the soft light on old marble, the scent of coffee in empty galleries. It was born in the golden hush of Viennese halls, where the ghosts of time speak only to those who respond with art.

What began as a journal of solitary mornings became a ritual—an ode to cinematic living. Here, I write to breathe through memory; to turn the blur of ordinary life into an unfolding scene.

I live in an old Milanese palace with creaking floors and high windows—the kind of place that urges you to dress for no one and still be seen. In the blue hour, before the city awakens, I sit on my balcony in a white silk kimono and write. That silence—filled with fragments of past, and imagined futures—echoes through these lines.

Soft Echoes gathers what the world rushes past: a glance, a silhouette, a line of dialogue remembered too late. Within it, you’ll find sartorial reflections, cultural essays, and stories made from opera houses and museum corridors. Each post a scene. Each sentence a step further into the film I have never stopped directing.

This is a place for those who live slowly, think deeply, and romanticize with intention.