I've been thinking about it a lot * week 30
A string of random thoughts with firm opinions
Let’s talk b r a t for the ones on the back. Explaining brat is not really brat, it’s like explaining Camp, if you have to explain it they will not understand it, perhaps NOT explaining b r a t is brat af? Being b r a t is being vulnerable and provocative, it’s being brash and casual, it’s like being endorsed by the kids for being cool.
Brat Green was created digitally by a NY-based creative tech company, it’s exists in the blurred sphere of art, pop culture, and the digital space. Doesn’t it remind you of Miranda’s cerulean speech in Devil Wears Prada? It should. It’s not viridian, cadmium, chartreuse, slimy, or lime, it’s b r a t (written blurred) and as per pigment and colors experts, it’s bold bright, and flat.
Love
The Thomas Crown Affair’s soundtrack
I propose to make summer end by July 31st and then like in an Excel sheet, select the next 2 columns and DELETE and there October 1st comes
I am a catless lady with a child and a dog and am truly here to stay, registered to vote and b r a t.
Pour un Homme by CARON reminds me of the most tailored and stylish boyfriend I have ever had. He marked the beginning of my rebellious era when Fashion entered the chat in my life and simultaneously authorized my mother to deem me frivolous and wasteful of the time I had been allowed to study and graduate from university. Another example of the importance of fragrances and sensorial memories in someone’s style path to growth. That is the reason why I dedicated a whole chapter to it in the book.
Loved the exchange of Notes (Do I speak the good Substack here?) with Dea of Fashion Files on the flat effect of guilting people into sustainable behavior. This quote from one of my past ‘stacks kickstarted the conversation and truthfully there’s no solution to the climate crisis in pointing fingers and blaming someone for compulsive buying behavior or over-consumption habits. It starts from one 1 person, 1 step, 1 small change, 1 closet, 1 fabric, it’s the freedom of choice not the imposition of a rule that empowers change.
Hate
The opening ceremony of the Olympic Games in Paris, because nobody tops Queen Elizabeth and James Bond. I am not saying I wasn’t impressed, on the contrary, they made a point to be as obnoxious, pompous, and gauche that they left Mr. Mattarella, the President of Italy, a revered dignitary, stranded in the middle of the Trocadero under the rain, with no protection other than a disposable plastic poncho. Celine was epic, however, like La Mona Lisa, she isn’t French.
Perfection irritates me, I feel like I am being taken advantage of, no I don’t believe one bit of your picture-perfect IG feed. I even wrote a blog a while back that is still cool.
How do you say it in Italian?
Gelato al limone we don’t say sorbet, ice cream, or gelato, only gelato.
When we were kids we had our version of the ice cream truck, il gelataio Leo, who’d announce himself with a small trumpet riding his bicycle turned mini ice cream cart, wearing a white sailor hat, a white short-sleeve shirt impeccably pressed and Bermuda shorts, I think and assume, because all I was interested in wasn’t the complete outfit but if he had my favorite flavors: strawberry and lemon. The treat was when on Sundays he’d have freshly made whipped cream that I would pair with strawberry ‘cause you can’t have lemon and whipped cream.
Shall I bore you with my theory that your ice cream favorite flavors change with age? It has no scientific backup other than my own empirical research, but you can quote me if it’s true. I went from strawberry and lemon to chocolate and fior di latte the very Italian flavor that’s not cream, nor vanilla and if you are old enough to remember la Viennetta, you know what I am talking about.