Booked us tickets for the Dalí and fashion show and stopped for a spritz on the way home — this skirt has a mind of its own and out here I'm not fighting it. Anyone walking past gets the same view you do. Come take the seat across from me, bear.
Booked us tickets for the Dalí and fashion show and stopped for a spritz on the way home — this skirt has a mind of its own and out here I'm not fighting it. Anyone walking past gets the same view you do. Come take the seat across from me, bear.
Tried on the whole new lingerie haul for this week's private shows and somehow the fitting ended with nothing left on. Which piece do I actually keep on camera, bear?
Picabia at Palazzo Reale scrambled my head so badly I brought the catalogue home and it's still winning arguments with me. The dress made it through the palazzo — the kitchen counter is another story. Come finish this glass with me, bear.
Matisse just landed at MUDEC and I showed up with my whole tint collection, matching lipsticks to the paintings like it's my job. Pick a shade and I'll wear it home, bear.
The FAI autumn openings are this weekend and I've been up circling palazzos nobody ever lets you inside — laptop in bed, list half-written, sleep losing badly. Tell me which one we hit first, bear.
Scored last-minute seats for Giselle at La Scala tonight and now the bed is buried under everything I own — the black backless one keeps winning and I keep arguing with it. You'd tell me it stays on till the curtain drops, wouldn't you bear.
The Trini archive show opened at the Novecento this morning and I beat the whole crowd — an empty gallery, his old magazines, and the piazza glowing under the windows. Come read over my shoulder, bear.
Got properly lost in the watch exhibition at CityLife — the master watchmaker was still talking and I'd stopped listening three cases ago. Tell me which one you'd strap on me, bear.
Saw the Leonardo drawings at Castello Sforzesco and came home convinced I could sketch too — the sketchbook disagrees and my shirt gave up somewhere around the third attempt. Come sit on the floor with me, bear.
The indie magazine fair opens at Base tomorrow and I've already pulled half my shelves apart hunting for issues to trade at the swap table — turns out I've been quietly hoarding an archive. Come help me decide what I give away, bear.