I've been talking about it a lot * week 52
A string of opinionated random thoughts.
I didn’t have to count this time, this was the last week.
I’ve been thinking about my word for the year. Instead, I found the picture, a screengrab from Metropolitan, a movie made with a small budget. I would like to encapsulate the scene, the mood, the indoors, the light, the fireplace, the bows, the chintz, the bookshelves, the windows, and the silks, and every time I have to make a decision, wonder if it would bring me closer to it.
Love
A movie: Maria and Conclave
A TV moment: No Good Deed
A book: Slow days, Fast Company
A recipe: bresaola with wilted bok choy and spinach.
A fashion moment: 1- The jewelry department at Bergdorf’s perpetually. 2- But, also, we need to talk about the shoes by The Row because I finally got the gist, they have that imperceptible, minimal element of chicness that goes beyond rational. 3- the art of layering 4- grey textured tights
A song: Pensiero stupendo by Patty Pravo in the hope that the new year brings you what you want. Period.
I don’t care
Normal people, how can we trust them?
If you don’t believe me when I tell you that I am whooppity happy to welcome the new year at home in my own company.
Faux fur, why did we have to invent it?
Linear thinking, don’t tell me how to go from A to B straight, my brain will make its way to B the way it wants. That is why I was never a science or math student, you explain me a problem and ask me to repeat it and I get uninterested and distracted. The spark is enough, let me figure it out.
A capsule wardrobe: one of the myths I found out to be useless during my Rule of Five year.
How do you say it in Italian?
Canta che ti passa, strictly “sing and let it go”, in common language CHILL.
Happy new year, dear Francesca. That image in lieu of a word is precious. Some feelings are untranslatable.
I dig the photo but that lady can't move her arms?
If you liked Metropolitan, you might like Nicole Holofcener movies. (I do.) Unless they are a West Coast thing - but I don't think so. (I like movies where nobody gets shot.)
Word of the year. Hmm. I wish there were a word for when you have good friends but they live so far away you never see them anymore. A sort of fish out of water. That's me, basically. Though, I admit, I could put in more effort.
As for clothes, I am procedurally where you might have been several years ago. Buried in too much that I don't like, or can't wear, and looking for the energy to deal with it all.