There are bells ringing at the entrance of Antonio Marras exhibition at the Triennale in Milano, but I won’t tell you how they’re ringing. Antonio Marras. Nulla die sine linea it’s something you really shouldn’t miss. If you know him as a fashion designer you will be amazed by the strenght of his output beyond clothes, because we all knew he’s an artist, but we couldn’t imagine at such extent.
Milano Fashion Week is over, acutally the Paris one is taking place right now, but I want to linger a little more on it. I’m not going to tell what I liked or not of this Spring-Summer 2017, who are the so-called geniuses and who are not. I just want to show you some pics I took here and there. Since I’m not a photographer, they are quite raw, but that’s the reason why I like them. It’s what’s behind the perfection of a fashion show that’s interesting to me. It’ s real.
Ok guys, I’m back. I know you think Italian holidays are ridiculously long, but I believe this is one of the reason why the world is so enthralled by our lifestyle. We are not scared of giving ourselves a break, we know the world can survive without us for a while . Tomorrow here in Milano a new fashion week will start and designers will be showing their Spring-Summer 2017 collections.
Julian Bedel will be cross with me when he sees the image above. He is the guy who creates the perfumes I’m obsessed with since 2012, when I discovered his brand Fueguia 1833 in Buenos Aires. He’s a perfectionist and when the photographer shot that picture, he said it was too bad to see all that tape on top of the bottles.
These are the Lame, a garage punk band* from Torino, Italy. They started playing together around the end of 2013 and they are now ready to tour in Europe for the summer. The guy on the right, Stefano Isaia is 34 years old, he sings and plays guitar, besides his being the singer of Movie Star Junkies. Maria Mallol Moya, 29, singer and guitarist too, learned to be a drummer for this project. And the other guitarist, Massimo Scocca, turned 50 a few weeks ago.
I’m on diet, I want to loose 10 kgs and I know that part of them comes from great dinners at Ferdinando Botto Poala’s place. I met this guy when we where teenagers, utterly disliked him first and slowly turned him into a dear friend. He’s from my hometown, Biella, in Northern Italy, his family has been for decades in the top wool business, where he works too, but to me Nando is above all a chef and a genuine art lover.
Last Thursday Prince died all of a sudden and, all of a sudden, I missed his music so much. Forget about the fact that on Youtube I found out that it was almost impossible to see any footage about him. The thing is: why did I ever stop listening to him? When did it happen that I didn’t add to my playlist When doves cry?