Well hello and
welcome to some of the thoughts that passed through my brain this week.
“The Hundred” is so perfect: it’s exclusive and insecure at the same time. (for my Succession people).
There’s beauty in digression, in rhythm, and in the complexity of the individual, so abandon the idea of perfection.
Shall I venture into crocheting or the art of Ikebana?
And just like that n.45 was indicted, Gwynny WASPed the hell out of conviction in Utah and the world ended with a screeching halt. My IG feed seemed infected by videos of Jane Birkin showing her eponymous bag with a lot of dangling trinkets as if it was something revolutionary and genius and I decided to take a 2-min social media hiatus just to trick the freaking algorithm. Life is hard but goes on.
Then in the US, we had the TikTok guy grilled by a Congress commission because of China and data and firewalls and shit. Bigger pressure on Congress to regulate A.I. in a week when the Pope showed up in a white puffer holding a to-go cappuccino cup (no seriously, he was in the hospital with a respiratory infection). Apparently, yes, brands use artificial intelligence to help projections and buy for the next season, but V. Friedman, as always, made a point:
“the department store problem.” […] an issue designers bring up all the time. That is, store buyers want to order only what sold the season before, rather than take a risk on a new style.
Honestly, again with this thing of uniformity, trends, over-production, and over-consumption
Yet, what is so special about fashion […] is the unexpected breakthrough; the clothes you didn’t know you wanted, […] It’s the “don’t give them what they want; make them want what you give them” axiom.
And the story goes on, no right or wrong, just c o m m o n s e n s e.
I lovE
Un caffè al volo. Everything spring, like violets, rainfalls, wild asparagus, khaki suede, and raincoats. Il budino di riso. The smell of freshly cut grass. NYC fire escapes and summer. Patchouli.
That coat thing
And the hi-low alligator bag + Teva-like sandals.
I hate
People chewing. Being a wedding guest. People that cannot thank you, because they will never be good colleagues. Anything March Madness, first of all, because I don’t speak sport and it’s boring. Department stores. Summers in Miami.
“Do you exercise?”
ME
ITALIAN WATERS
Catch of the Day
Il mare d’inverno, the sea in the winter is a state of mind. The beach clubs are closed, but you go for a walk for an hour of sun, salsedine, dunes, and foamy waves on the shore, you remember all the shenanigans, because of course, you still go to the same part of the beach, even if everything is barricaded, because the killer always comes back on the crime scene.