Quite simply Monica Bellucci is a goddess to me. She captures my attention as no other does, of course my passion for all things Italian ensures I am powerless when confronted with her Mediterranean beauty. Monica is all women to me, mother, companion, diva, muse, innocent waif, powerful sorceress, a million different personalities behind a beguiling smile and enlivened by a potent talent.
In a man’s world you are taught to be confident, self assured, the full promise of life is there for the taking if you are bold enough, but, there is a certain type of beauty that leaves you helpless as a child, breathless and confused by your own powerlessness and Monica wields that beauty like a formidable weapon.
Monica’s is not afraid to use her sexuality, she knows well how to use it and it’s disarming. For me she is the quintessential Italian woman, assured in her sensuality, playful in her demeanour, dangerous in her effect on men. Hourglass curves that undulate with a cat-like grace ignite a primitive desire, a longing to worship at the feet of the goddess.
"The angel of the Family is Woman. Mother, wife, or sister, Woman is the caress of life, the soothing sweetness of affection shed over its toils, a reflection for the individual of the loving providence, which watches over Humanity. In her there is treasure enough of consoling tenderness to allay every pain. Moreover for every one of us she is the initiator of the future. The mother's first kiss teaches the child love; the first holy kiss of the woman he loves teaches man hope and faith in life; and love and faith create a desire for perfection and the power of reaching towards it step by step; create the future, in short, of which the living symbol is the child, link between us and the generations to come. Through her the Family, with its divine mystery of reproduction, points to Eternity."
Mert + Marcus
Ellen Von Unwerth