Fashion does it Better

Many times we thought we should put FDIB to rest, for good, but we guess it's not that easy to kill the beast. But when suddenly the urge to write hits hard at night, it's tough to avoid this moment all the wild ideas turn into a proper story, almost effortlessly. Had to experience this very moment again last evening, didn't see it come yet didn't stop it once the machine was launched. Full steam thank to Vogue Ukraine's latest cover and main editorial. So, here we go again, here we stand again, our fingers dancing on the... [Lire la suite]

The launch of a new magazine is always a reason to rejoice and the launch of Luncheon was enough happiness to let us forget about the rain and even more about any kind of ride outside. Instead we keep ourselves behind closed doors, indulging with beauty and vegetables (and fish-candies!), especially excited to read names like Solve Sundsbo or Paolo Roversi among several others. And see Anna Cleveland by this very same Paolo who also has a promising interview inside. Just all we needed to feel hungry for some more heavenly... [Lire la suite]

Dear potential readers, friends and foes (gotta get some more of the latter this round, or not, may be), passionarias and dilettantes, insomniacs and heavy sleepers, here is time for a revamped version of one of our favorite excercises: The Most Subjective Runway Review Ever (TMSRRE), as irrelevent and irreverent as we like it to be. Our favorites, those who can make our heart fail, some random crushes and the sweet surprises... And the opening slot finally went to Chiara Mazzoleni, not only because we wanted to have her in this... [Lire la suite]

Today, right now, at this minute and it't almost five past two in the afternoon, you can know, not just guess but know, exactly and go cuckoo about it, what a model, your favorite, your love in a lifetime, for a lifetime, for a while, for ever and/or a day, is doing. You know what her boyfriend looks like, what her dog is eating at this precise moment, how neat and sexy last night's dinner was. It's getting too far, too fast, it's getting trivial and the magic quickly vanishes if you walk the wrong step and think privacy and... [Lire la suite]

Wahre Liebe – a german translation of true love. The pun wasn't hard to find, but don't take our title for a playfully meaningless bunch of letters that sound well together because the magazine is called LOVE. Actually, it wasn't LOVE at first sight and we went through scepticism and fearful nights before getting used to the aesthetics of Katie Grand's thick and glossy baby. Getting used? Not exactly. Unlike several other publications, those that struggle to survive and those resting on their laurels, LOVE shows enough guts to... [Lire la suite]

Looking through the eyes, the eyes of LOVE (Magazine, of course): a portrait of Anna Cleveland as the mistress of an oneiric (even more than dreamlike, actually) place out of space, out of time and eras. Perhaps the most accomplished and unforgettable piece of fashion art of the last few months if not more. The entire story, photographed by a Tim Walker always true to his aesthetics yet never short of imagination to renew his own style, follows the same path and appears to be a loud statement, a catchy reminder of what beauty,... [Lire la suite]

I went to the supermarket and my favorite cashier wasn't there. No smile, tonight. Where was my little blonde? In another world, I do hope so. I sing, with my naked heart, I give my lungs out, I survive somehow. Without my cashier, loveless as usual. And I still sing. I drop words as if I were alone. Wait, I am, on my own, talking to myself, yelling at myself, swimming in a river of cheap beer, surviving thank to a couple ciggies. I shall eat, perhaps a pill or two, tomorrow gotta be a good son again. So, benzo, benzo, benzo,... [Lire la suite]

  Sailing on a sea of wine, on the back of a dead pigeon we believed to be a white swan, then we landed on another Switzerland that wasn't swiss for a penny. And Katie Grand backstabbed us again, all we were bleeding was words and drunken delights. Anna Cleveland, leopard prints, nipples and craze from hair to painted toes, painted with pain and pride. Hens and trashcans, total paradise, lost in heavy heaven, somewhere up south. Life under legal substances like pricy food and cheap alcohol makes miracles when your eyes... [Lire la suite]