I've been talking about it a lot * the week in between Milan and Paris

A string of opinionated random thoughts

I know we already are in Paris, however, this is a synopsis of fashion weeks so far.

NY: The Row was quoted a $1 bill. The end.

London: Erdem and Simone Rocha, what else am I forgetting? Exactly.

Milano: Miuccia Prada is to Fashion what Sunday was when God decided there was a day to celebrate. And here’s what I mean: when I see a runway, I want to think, I want not to understand, be challenged, pause, rewind, watch it again because I missed a detail or the color combination, I want the show notes, the references, I want to be inspired, I want to see the future, not a churned out version of what’s already on the influencers grids.

Isn’t it funny that I get bored when I see the expected? That is how I love and enjoy Fashion; I am not here for front-row drooling.

The outfit I had that I couldn’t bring because clumsy me I fractured a toe

Love

• Jacob Elordi

• A crewneck cashmere cardigan knotted around the neck. Better is when it’s part of a twin set.

• September we watch Gilmore Girls and … Emily Gilmore everyone???

• ALT and Lee best friends goals

• Sleeping with the windows open enough to let the breeze in. I can’t use “ajar” because it’s used for doors, but you get the gist.

Hate

• I have one pissy complain and it’s directed to those beauty companies that have formulated the good products for people +40. I suggest together with formulating the good products, they also create content and communication and imagery that speaks to said target population. In fact, there’s so much greenwashing and BS-washing that we (the +40 people) may fall trap of the bad products just because they nailed the good communication.

How do you say it in Italian?

Il mare d’inverno literally the ocean in winter, but there’s so much more to it. See, in Italian you say you go to the beach in the summer and that means going to the beach club, the establishment where you rent an umbrella and a couple of chairs for the season, sometimes you also rent a cabina, a place to take a shower and change, where you keep the creams, towels, magazines, floaters. The establishment is a place where the sand is combed twice a day and kept clean and flat, where you have a lifeguard and a couple of assistants that make sure you don’t drown while busy at looking cool and fit so that everybody wants to date them. Then in winter you go to the same lot of land tand it’s ghost town, there are stranded pieces of wood, seagulls, shells and the water is freezing, but the colors are vivid and incredibly deep, it smells like dunes’ flora and you turn your shoulders to the ocean and see the mountains, in my neck of the woods they are called Alpi Apuane and they include the famous white marble quarries where Michelangelo was sourcing his blocks. Now you are wearing a sweater or gloves and scarf , the days a shorter and you catch the most breathtaking sunset. Something that I will always associate with Chris Rea’s Josephine.