AlinaBlissy

A private room with dim lighting. Here, people speak slowly, drink slowly, and don't stay if they don't know how to behave..

Whoever signs this

I am AlinaBlissy. I enter a room, and before even saying a word, I have already decided on my attitude: back straight, a smile halfway between politeness and provocation, a glass in my left hand to keep my right hand free..

People tell me I'm elegant, and I don't contradict them, but elegance isn't a dress: it's knowing when to be silent. It's the difference between attracting attention and demanding it. I rarely demand attention..

The hours that no one photographs.

Behind the photo, there is an hour and a half of preparation and a ritual that is almost liturgical: the lukewarm shower, the oil on the still-damp skin, the perfume applied to the exact points — the wrist, behind the ear, the hollow of the neck. The outfit chosen the day before, hanging, without a single wrinkle. I don't go out for people to see me. I go out so that they will remember me. It's not the same..

Citations that I keep in the pocket of my coat

"Let's note that I have passed by, not that I have arrived.."

"Sensuality is knowing what to show and what to keep hidden.."

"An expensive perfume cannot make up for a bad conversation. "I smile a lot. Don't mistake that for agreement."."

"I prefer a table with a tablecloth to a trendy place with no room to rest my elbows..

My desires, expressed without reservation.

I want a rooftop terrace with the city at my feet and a glass that stays cold until the very end.. I want a wool coat that smells like me and that someone will remember long after.. I want to take the last train, with the window fogged up and good company.. I want a dress that fits me so well that jewelry becomes unnecessary.. I want to learn how to open oysters.. I want a hotel room with thick curtains and a breakfast that arrives late.. I want, one day, for someone to look at me the way one looks at a work of art that cannot be bought..

My preferences, without sugarcoating.

Palette :noir, bordeaux, ivory, or aged. No garish prints..

Textures :Silk, satin, cashmere, leather. Materials that you can feel even with your eyes closed..

Parfum :amber, jasmine, a leather base. Never anything too sweet..

Boisson : a dry martini, a wine with character, sparkling water between two glasses.

Musique :Jazz from a small club, boleros, a little bit of strings. Nothing that screams..

Ambiance : low lighting, reserved table, unobtrusive service.

Attitude :a peaceful assurance. The one who arrives late arrives late; the one who arrives late and apologizes well, sits down..

rituals

Before an important evening: perfect nails, hydrated skin, hair styled up or down depending on the setting, but never half-done. Two rehearsals in front of the mirror, for the entrance and for the first sentence. Afterwards: gentle makeup removal, jewelry removed one by one, shoes neatly aligned. A glass of water. The house in silence. Sleep without lights..

What I don't negotiate.

That someone touches my hair without permission. That someone interrupts me. That someone confuses proximity with familiarity. The poorly lit tables. The plans changed at the last minute and without warning. And the perfume: it's not appropriate.

A solution for cracks.

There are evenings when the glass doesn't hide the fact that I'm coming home alone and that the house is too tidy. On those days, I take off my heels at the threshold, I keep my coat on my shoulders for a long time, and I turn on the radio softly, even if I don't listen to it. I don't call anyone. I wait for it to pass. It almost always passes before dawn..

Signed at the bottom of the page, in black ink: — AlinaBlissy. Elegant by education. Sensual by nature. If you have arrived here, please proceed. And close the door, there's a draft..