I've been talking about it a lot * It's been my birthday week

A string of opinionated random thoughts.

She is that statuesque in person, too.

I take my birthday seriously.

I was born on the Winter Solstice, which happened to fall on a Saturday at midday. I am determined and rational, disciplined and hardworking, perfectionist and practical, stubborn and intelligent, impulsive and opinionated. Imagine I had to fight for my birthday gift to be different from Christmas’ since I can remember articulating sentences.

To celebrate my double 28, I had the best tortellini AND tagliatelle al ragú OF MY LIFE, thanks to Cec, who treated me to the Michelin-starred experience of Massimo Bottura’s Torno Subito. Honorable mention goes to the Richard Ginori plates, the FLOS lighting, the Negroni Rosa, la pappa col pomodoro …

Also, my gifts have been off the charts. You have to know that I curate my gifts meticulously, and you end up on the blacklist if you don’t remember to wish me a happy birthday. If you claim to be a friend or someone who has known me for some time, not remembering is not an option, especially if you still hang out on Facebook, which reminds you even when someone farts.

Le dinner look pièce de résistance was my Khaite skirt, my navy blue velvet Friulane, but also my super old ETRO bag with a Bernadette silk brooch.

Love

• My taste is costly, not expensive, mocking that Hermes executive who went on TV to explain the brand to the people. I was always costosa. Whenever there was to choose, from a menu to a pair of shoes, I always liked the one that cost more money. Never intentionally; in most cases, my taste is still out of my budget but I can’t tame my eye. If I want a nice Wagyu burger, Burger King isn’t an option … to be honest, I have never been inside one. I waited for my Peekaboo since the first year Fendi launched the bag and 2024 was my year.

• Metropolitan is another must during the Holidays. I am def stuck in the ‘90s

• For the very first time in decades, the U.S. Governmental Accountability Office released a report that shows what we have been screaming all along: from 2000 through 2018, the amount of textile waste increased by 50%, with 66% of textiles discarded in landfills. I am here if I can interest you in knowing more because:

A- we all have a role in this mess

B- we (in the U.S.) aren’t educated

C- there’s no infrastructure (in the U.S.)

D- the majority of that waste is polyester, aka plastic, fossil fuel derivates

Ok basta.

• Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah that happen to coincide this year.

I don’t care

• “Crunchy moms” I’m actually revolted by what it means. Check it out.

• “Patiently wait” for the Hermès bag: no.

• The pressure of having to partake in a party on New Year’s Eve. The fact that I do enjoy my bubble bath, candles, champagne fest and silk robe is none of anyone’s business. Actually, I keep it for myself, and if I can say so, you don’t know what you are missing, but, hey, your choice.

• I am truly upset at all these Mangione and Baldoni violent man-children carry Italian last names.

How do you say it in Italian?

Torno subito means I’ll be right back, one of the rare cases when the Italian is two words and the English five.