Any reference to existing people or actually happened is purely random. The style never.
Sanremo. External night on Valentine's Day
Tremulating lights, melodies grorn now in the distance. The beach is stripped of the playful summer chatter. The ticking echo of boots, synchronically alternating, in military rhythm, breaks on the scene. From a distance they seem to announce a courageous lion, while up close, a delicious mouse opens the curtain. A kind figure of young man advances and the giant shadow becomes more powerful in becoming kindly minute.
Lucio Corsiit is not a tough, but in that night intoxicated by the light of the stars on the mantle of the sea, it seems more combative than De Niro in triggered bull.
Adhering trousers like a snake skin was not even Sid Vicious, a transparent shirt that seems to reflect the light of a thousand broken glass and shoulder straps of the yellow shutter stuffed with chip packages that go to wedding with the sound of its boots.
Lucio looks for something, truth or lies? Maybe he doesn't even know. Everybody's Weirdthey would write overnamic.
While traveling the avenue that leads to the Amarcord coffeehis gaze crosses a woman who seems to be an echo of a perfect life. But there is something in his eyes that stops him. That woman is the most fascinating portrait of the enigma, hidden under the perfect smile, the skin that shines like gold, the dress that challenges every gravity. A dream of rhinestones, embroidery and transparencies that sway in the air like an angel, an alien beauty that came from an unknown star.
Elodie. His voice enchants millions of hearts, but this night he seems committed to lulling his heart.
The meeting between the two takes place in a completely random way but the feeling is to have already seen each other. Greetings and already after a few minutes of conversation, he gets lost in mystery in her words. When he mentions his husband, the curly Simone, the feeling is that in the relationship with him there is something
of which it is difficult to speak.
Night
The tension in the Amarcord coffee It is palpable. It comes from the floor above, from the noble and unattainable apartment of the Cristicchi spouses.
Lucio Corsi, with his enchanted gaze, still observes Elodie, a sphinx, the very idea of the femme fatale made meat, which approaches with a decisive step.
In his black dress Versace Folgora the soft lights, hypnotizing everyone's looks. “Lucio”, Elodie with velvety voice begins, “I need your help.
I can no longer hide the truth ”, whispering a secret that would change everything. Lucio observes her, a shadow kidnaps her pale face, something
It seems to have hit and sunk the packs of chips on his shoulders.
Simone Cristicchi, The husband approaches an uncertain step. The red cardinal suit Antonio Marras gives him a timeless charm.
Damianthe butler in his Statuary Standing serves a drink in Elodie with impeccable precision. Her black dress signed Valentino, the lace gloves and the noble bearing reflect its unshakable loyalty.
And here is a corner Francesco, Gabbani In Bianco Corneliani and Brillantine dress, a self -driver of Famiglia Cristicchi, who observed the scene carefully. His attentive gaze and the air of those who know more than he says make him a mysterious character.
Another look in the lounge, the terrible twins that call themselves on the sofa are lying on the sofa Coma_cose, In their symbiotic soft tones, both daily and out of space, the result of the creativity of an immortal maison like Valentino. Beige pants and blue shirt for him, perfectly ordinary, impeccable make -up and wonderfully extraordinary tights for her.
Francesca Michelin Like a capricious and fickle girl, she also observes the scene above the parties, accompanying the notes of her smile to a completely Miu Miu suit. He has the air of those who have the fate of all guests in his hand.
The two trusted waiters approach them, much more than careful advisors, one is Fedez, very nerve eyes that sink into the black of its complete Versace, the other Irama, Creatively exploded in his shirt “Belmain lizard leather”. A chat in the ear, a hint of smile that disappears in the orchestral music of The Kolors. A jazz that fills the atmosphere of electrifying wait, between winds and bass to swell gently tailoring completes that wink at YSL.
Sits in the center of the large room, like a king, Massimo, Ranieri uncle of America, explores, looks and controls everything in his outfit signed by Pignatelli and hints at some verses of In his hands a heart “I've never seen him, not even when I got it with the red of a farewell.”
The door opens, as if it were a great curtain and the detective enters the scene Achille Lauro.
Dolce & Gabbana high tailoring dress, double chosen chest, in a white wool gabis. A coat resting on the shoulders, also embellished with linear black crystal embroidery. The flagship in organza and black velvet, indeed very black, is a clue of the mystery that hide his words.
To be continued (February 2026).
Spoiler alert.
In all melodic noir the killer is always Madame Suspense And the victim is the public from home.
Text by Simone Chiovitti and Ester Grossi
PH: Achille-Lauro- (Profile X)
