I've been talking about it a lot *
A string of opinionated random thoughts.
Love
The good jeans moment: Last week, I said that the Super Bowl bores me, but I tuned in for the halftime by Kendrick Lamar, like other +133 million people. Besides being the performance filled with choreographic symbolism, cultural and political allusions to social complexities, the satirical appearance of Samuel L. Jackson as Uncle Sam, I couldn’t unglue my eyes from those damn jeans he was wearing. Like the other +133 million people. It was something like this: ‘wait, flares… he… is… wearing… flares’ My heart went BOOM and proceeded to scream, ‘bring back 2004 please, and since you are at it, include a silver Motorola Razr’
A beauty moment: I think I found that greige, in an eye shadow combination by this brand called Trinny London.
A new category, the Boyfriend of the Month. Something I used to do on Instagram and then, like every good habit, stopped for no reason. We collectively approved the need to reinstate the monthly indulgence exercise. Boyfriend of the month is Adrien Brody x J.Crew. YOU ARE WELCOME.A movie moment: Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy for real. Because with so much violence and pain in the world, you need to nurture your heart and giggle for 1 and 1/2 hours. Also: wallpaper.
Icon of the week: Stefano Pilati. He is petty (men wearing those disappearing socks or tight and short above the ankle pants are a hard NO), chic (his YSL was the most sophisticated), cool (he owns a pair of high-heeled Tabi boots in a 10 Men size because he wanted them, they aren’t produced, but he called ‘John’ and he got them). And God forbid you show up déguisé.
A book moment: The Battle of Versailles, a turning point in fashion history, when French Couturiers and American designers faced off, each presenting a collection on a runway organized to raise funds for the restoration of Versailles.
I don’t care
For the Vogue’s Newsletter, like a big ayporfavor I don’t care. Not that you were asking, but I subscribed to understand the level of writing.
This is going to be controversial, but THAT I am: I have one word for Thom Browne: bored by all the theatrics, so dramatic that now you took the place that used to be Marc Jacobs’, last NYFW show. It’s ok dude, there’s only one Marc.
No matter how many times people try to resuscitate the skinny jeans, the only image that comes up is that girl with patent heels and a cropped jacket that shows up on Shutterstock when you search for “fashion”.
The sustainability debrief
News on the street is B-Corps don’t want to be B-Corp Certified anymore, they prefer to downplay and not fully disclose their positive sustainable actions, a phenomenon called brownwashing. They claim that the same mission has been diluted, otherwise said, they feel a sell-out, after companies like Nespresso, suspected of child labor, obtained the certification. But, honestly, when money, talent investment, time and infrastructure are needed in the acquisition of a certification, are we surprised for rule bending? In Italian we say non c’e’ piu’ religione.
How do you say it in Italian?
Il Festival di Sanremo. If you want to say you speak Italian, you need to know. It’s officially a music festival, more so, it’s a cultural phenomenon, a national event that belongs to the Italian calendar like Thanksgiving in the States. No matter the government, the Pope, the weather, it fucking happens and it existed probably for 100 years, no kidding. It’s a week of Italian song writers and singers all dressed up and EVERYONE talks about it every morning at the bar or the water cooler. Even those who say they don’t watch it, because it’s impossible, they secretly watch it.
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