a navy pantsuit re-edited.

A simple, plain, usual pantsuit revisited.

Three things can happen: it’s a silent presence in your closet, is still in good conditions, it lingers there. Good chances are it hurts getting rid of it or if you have given it as a gift to someone, you will see that someone rocking it. Chances could be, you changed jobs (or retired early) and you don’t need to wear corporate attire anymore, however it is still perfectly modern and not outdated in shape or length. The opposite could be the truth, that is, you have changed jobs, have been promoted and you want to wear it again. Either way, here are some options. 

FIRST LOOK.


Split it and wear the jacket with a “harem pants” strapless jumpsuit in cranberry and an oversized ethnic carry all. Flats would be best, either Toms or espadrilles or Repetto ballerinas.

SECOND LOOK.


Pull off an unusual nautical look. Wear the jacket, with a plain tube top and some high waisted white cotton popeline pants with giant  navy blue spots, knotted at the side with a big bow, red espadrilles and gold and red necklaces.

THIRD LOOK.


This is more appropriate for a late afternoon cocktail: one shoulder silk embroidered top, beaded mini purse and a single earring with feathers. 

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the legend of the speedo

As promised to my friend Monica and thank to an involuntary request from my other friend Carson, I’m going to make a myth crumble.

Earlier this month, we were talking about those fully lined wrinkly conglomerate of useless quantity of lycra we defined American full bottom bikinis. And how they only look good on the skinny, tall and photoshopped models (or Marilyn Monroe) and in reality they are the quintessence of unappealing.

But then again, it just might be a question of non-North American mentality: the bikini has to be minimal, not vulgar, but barely there, cause the less intrusive surface of tan lines, sensual, attractive, funky, little accessories (they hurt you and come in your way when laying down), maybe coordinated with a sheer pareo, useful. Yes, useful, in the sense that when you are hit by a crashing wave the lining doesn’t become a bag full of sand.

So. All of the above might be a question of anthropological descent. We don’t like full bottom bikinis as well Americans think that men on speedos are ridiculous. They are mata pasion (passion killer), as my friend Patlo would say. 

I have done a little exercise to dispute the thesis.


What’s wrong with this picture? I can’t seem to find any element of ridiculousness.

Besides: Giona (the one in blue) is a great adored fabulous DJ friend and this was taken on a glorious and beloved beach in Tuscany.


But look who I found vacationing in Ibiza.


77 years old Giorgio (the master in command of timeless elegance) hanging out with an unidentified species of hunk with a variation of speedo even more difficult to wear and pull off. Chapeau.


Fabulosity in speedo displayed and concluded.  I hope we are all “my home Country sick” like Monica says and you enjoyed the tour.



for Cec.

Mothers heal daughters’ boo - boos 

with their special kisses.

(It is like I am there with you, Cuchi).

Daughters teach mothers

to go with the flow. 

Mothers show daughters

how to be a good friend.

Daughters teach mothers

to cherish intimate conversations.

(Tonight will always remain in our memories).

Mothers encourage daughters

to take life in small steps.

Daughters teach mothers

to rejoice in each milestone. (We toasted on the phone!)

Daughters remind mothers 

that laughter cures all. (It was funny though!)

Mothers encourage daughters

to look at things from different perspectives.

august 2, 2011.

avrai →

a song dedicated to his newborn son. hard not to get goose bumps.