I've been talking about it a lot * the week when February finally arrived

A string of opinionated random thoughts.

This is how I imagine myself whenever I resurface from my world to face the people.

I am trying to stay calm and focus on the small things, like the basic survival skills associated with breathing. I concentrate on my night facial routine, obsess over Bob Harper’s diamond stud earrings, meticulously massage arnica on an annoying metacarpal fasciitis, perfect the art of sauté-ing fennel bulbs, maniacally dusting off and repositioning a pile of books at a time. For every time I bump into the news (I mainly gather my news from Jessica Yellin, if you want to support independent journalism), I then mitigate the mix of disbelief and rage with an episode of anything Bravo or an Excel sheet (never in my life would I have thought of finding comfort in one of the most atrocious Microsoft products). Last week, I found bed rotting with Gossip Girl the most soothing.

Your girl needs trivial, mundane, inconsequential intermissions while staying vigilant.

I have been so not present that I missed Couture, Pitti Uomo, and probably, somewhere in the middle, Copenhagen Fashion Week.

the navy blue V-neck with the white skirt

Love

• A movie moment: The Taste of Things because: end of 19th-century French countryside, Juliette Binoche, and French cuisine mastery like the clearest broth or the perfect pot-au-feu , herbs gardens, the art of pairing wines and love.

• A fashion moment: my IG friend Ann Scia sent me down the white skirt rabbit hole because not all white skirts are equal. It’s pleated, not plissé; it’s not a maxi denim skirt nor a peasant number. Wait, my subconscious mind thinks I am Miuccia.

• Icon of the week: Liliya Rakh is grunge and chic. I don’t understand a single word that she says, but I want to be her.

Love/Contd.

• A beauty moment: I love exfoliators, the strong acid exfoliators like these or these. I have ordered this because for not being on TikTok I was the only person who didn’t know about it, quel dommage.

• Song of the day: Dire Straits’ Tunnel of Love

I think of beauty as an absolute necessity. I don’t think it’s a privilege or an indulgence, it’s not even a quest. I think it’s almost like knowledge, which is to say, it’s what we are born for.

- Toni Morrison

I don’t care

• obscene trillionaire broligarch greed

• flaccid totes, or anything flaccid for that matter

• abhorrent gross masculine fascist energy

• vodka

• the random street encounter with a man wearing a sleeveless shirt emanating pheromones and drug store deodorant odor.

The sustainability debrief

Money vs ethics, the dismantlement of those same DEI programs that helped THEM dodge taxes. Gonna give you a hint: the Arnauds on display at the inauguration like the girl that was chosen to be Mary at the school’s Christmas show and Stella McCartney parting ways from LVMH the following day. Let’s be a Stella in this Succession reenactment shit-show.

How do you say it in Italian?

Cosa fatta, capo ha. One thing done and move on to the next.

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