Lulli ⁺🕯️⋆.˚

My name is Ludovica, but you can call me Lud!

I live between books, movies, music, and the silent magic of small things. I share my days with a black cat — elegant and mysterious, like a shadow that follows me through quiet afternoons and midnight thoughts.

I love art and fashion, painting, reading, and studying French and English, especially literature and poetry, where words seem alive, like whispers from another world. Learning, for me, means opening doors to hidden universes and secret gardens made of sentences and dreams. I consider myself a total nerd in the best possible way, and I aspire to become a true “beauty and brain” — someone who carries both elegance and intelligence with quiet confidence.

Cinema holds a special place in my heart.

Black Swan is my favorite movie — delicate and haunting — while Harry Potter is my refuge, my safe haven when the world feels too loud. I also adore Star Wars and the Marvel universe, especially Spider-Man and Black Widow. I collect my thoughts about movies on Letterboxd, like pressing flowers between the pages of time.

My favorite books feel like companions through different seasons of life — Harry Potter, White Nights, Project Hail Mary, and The Perks of Being a Wallflower are stories that shaped my imagination and stayed with me long after the last page.

I also love watching TV series — little worlds I return to again and again. Among my favorites are Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, The Vampire Diaries, Stranger Things, The O.C., Gilmore Girls, Friends, and Sex and the City — stories that feel like old friends waiting for me at the end of long days.

Beyond cinema and stories, I adore going to the theatre and wandering through museums, especially those filled with Impressionist and Fauvist paintings — soft colors, bold brushstrokes, and light that feels almost alive. Art, to me, feels like breathing in another century.

Music follows me everywhere.

Spotify is my sanctuary, my invisible companion. Lana Del Rey understands me deeply, her songs feeling like memories I never lived but somehow remember. I also carry a strong nostalgia for the music of the 80s — melodies that feel like faded photographs and neon lights reflected on rainy streets.

I keep a secret diary — a quiet confidant that knows everything, every tiny thought and hidden dream, guarding my secrets like fragile glass stars.

Fashion is another language I speak without words.

Among my favorite brands are Subdued, Hollister, and Suite Benedict, but I also dream about the elegance of Vivienne Westwood, Chanel, Chloé, and Dior — names that feel like poetry written in fabric and light.

I find inspiration in timeless elegance, intelligence, and quiet strength. Among my greatest inspirations are Audrey Hepburn, Natalie Portman, Julia Roberts, Carla Bruni, Winona Ryder, Emma Watson, Anne Hathahway, Taylor Russel, Jane Austen, Lady Diana, Brooke Shields, and Rory Gilmore — figures who embody grace, curiosity, and individuality.

I try to watch a film every day, even if school and endless commitments keep me busy. Sometimes I slow down with yoga, breathing softly like waves against the shore, and sometimes I go running with music in my headphones, letting rhythm guide my steps like a heartbeat.

I love going to the cinema — the darkness, the silence, the glow of the screen — and, in truth, I practically live on Pinterest, wandering through endless images like a traveler in an infinite gallery of dreams.

This blog is my digital diary —

an archive of thoughts, moods, and fleeting moments,

a place where memories turn into constellations

and ordinary days become something softly magical.

This all feels like me, I swear!

Sofia Coppola's work has shaped the way I see beauty, storytelling, and emotion. I've watched everything I could find—every film, behind-the-scenes feature, interview, and even her lesser-known projects—because her world feels unlike anyone else's. The Virgin Suicides will always be my favorite film, without question. I'm deeply grateful that I got to experience her work, and if I had to live a thousand different lives, I would choose to discover her films in every single one of them. There is a quiet elegance in the way she captures loneliness, youth, and fleeting moments, making the ordinary feel almost dreamlike. Her films don't ask to be understood immediately; they simply stay with you, and that's exactly why they mean so much to me.

Today, on Republic Day, my thoughts turn especially to women — to the quiet strength, invisible courage, and unspoken revolutions woven into everyday life. Watching C’è ancora domani feels particularly meaningful on a day like this: a delicate and powerful reminder that freedom is never abstract, but lived, fought for, and often carried silently through generations of women who dared to imagine something gentler, fairer, and brighter.

So today, Happy Republic Day to all women — to those who came before us, to those still finding their voice, and to those who continue, with grace and resilience, to believe in the beauty of tomorrow. Because sometimes, the most elegant form of resistance is simply refusing to stop hoping.

Watching Beverly Hills, 90210 has started to feel like drifting through a sunlit dream of beautiful chaos—every glance lingers a little too long, every feeling somehow larger than life. There’s something strangely enchanting about following Brenda Walsh, as if her restless heart carries the whole shimmer of youth on its shoulders. It almost feels like watching The O.C. and Gossip Girl folded into one soft, sparkling reverie—sun-drenched longing wrapped in whispered drama, impossibly glamorous and achingly sincere all at once.