If I dressed exclusively in Alberta Ferretti, could I channel the cool-tempered, warm-blooded, bed-headed goddess of Antonioni's world? Alberta makes me believe we all could.
Monica Vitti, L'Avventura
I've been devising an imaginary glass walled apartment, on the Ionian Sea, for said heroine.
a Missoni-esque chair for her to listen to Edda Dell'Orso in, patent leather Ferragamo heels dangling from her toes
a chandelier to tumble over her desk, in the spirit of sea water
a slightly industrial desk (our heroine is needs somewhere expansive to lay
her head and sprawl her bronzed arms and weep)
an Etruscan-inspired vase (shall remain empty more often than not)