Elizabeth Taylor

A glossy cover does not always mean happiness. Under the flash of spotlights, it is easy to get lost in other people's expectations, where every new hit is a test of the right to remain desirable. Diamonds sparkle, but cold, noisy restaurants are full of distrustful conversations, and even the most luxurious addresses cannot save you from the feeling of emptiness.

At the heart of it all is a longing for something real: not gifts and status, but that rare certainty that tomorrow the same face will be there. Tears promise to be purple, like those of a diva from old films, but inside it is the usual fear of being alone on the pedestal. And in this contrast of luxury and vulnerability, a special melancholy is born, sparkling no less than white diamonds.