Getting a few things out of the way first.
“Bridgerton” season 3
How many chances are there that a character in a series is called Francesca? I kinda felt a responsibility, she better make me proud I thought and kept waiting for her character to develop, yet she was missing beat after beat, her sentences never complete, until she meets Michaela and then it turns out she is gay. Which is OK with me, but why let a character idle for a season? I am not saying to go all Jackie Collins, but could you have been more out there giving clues instead of getting married and that sterile kiss? (SPOILER: in the book, Michaela is actually Michael whom she ends up marrying).
Moschino
There’s only one Franco Moschino and I am sick and tired of people hired to design his collections to look like circus characters. He was a subtle reader of the streets, he was this smart and sartorial interpreter of the moods, so it pisses me off when I see croissants hanging on the neck and, oh sooo much pisses me, the Italian flag wrapped in a jersey dress. It is a disgrace to reduce one of the greatest Italian designers to clichés and quite simply conducive to the overproduction of crap.
“Brats”
I liked the documentary, and the fact that I always found Andrew McCarthy attractive helps, now I am in that rabbit hole of rewatching St. Elmo’s Fire. And, no, I don’t think Tom Cruise is part of the Brats.
Catherine, Princess of Wales
Leave the woman in peace for #od’s sake. Was I glad to see her at the Trooping of Colors? Of course, with those three kids in tow, they were the most beautiful, elegant royal vision. She is a woman diagnosed with cancer undergoing brutal and debilitating treatments and I fail to understand the conspiracy theories.
Love
Prosciutto e melone on a hot summer afternoon under a pergola (I was raised that bougie, so there’s that)
The little black dress summer edition, but I haven’t found it yet
The chic of eggshell white linen
I think it’s the first time I am saying it out loud, but I am loving this renaissance period of Miley Cirus and, late to the game perhaps, but Flowers is good.
The light stone suede Sperry’s keeps recurring
My new fragrance, so weird for me to even say it because I have always been the one perfume in your life as I wrote in the book, you’ll find out soon what I changed to for now.
Hate
When apricots aren’t ripe. I know in today’s world I shouldn’t be bothered, but in Miami, you can never find any good seasonal fruit. This week I fell in the trap and bought some apricots and they are ridiculous.
For the rest of my “Hates” today refer to the opening of this newsletter. It’s exhausting to be me.
Just about to watch Working Girl for the millionth time bc my husband *gasp* has never seen it!
about the unripe apricots--if you eat them, your tummy hurts a bit. At least, mine does. As for Sperry topsiders...it's deja vu all over again. I wore them when I was a wee lassie.