First, I’ve just returned to Rome from a business trip to the States and the Caribbean. Below are some random observations:
Los Angeles traffic continues to get worse. How is this possible.
Target is great.
J.Crew. What is happening? I’ve been a fan since the 80s. Something is amiss.
Why is Ben and Jennifer’s former nanny in the press so much? What is her end game? Reality show?
Speaking of reality shows, what the heck is Hollywood Cycle?
Ina Garten. Adore.
Guy Fieri. Why so many shows, Food Network? Why?!
My friend Erica posted this TIME magazine article that said Americans dressing like slobs equals freedom. Perhaps I have lived in Italy too long or I am turning into my Caribbean parents because I think that’s absolutely ridiculous. Freedom? From what? The tyranny of Dior?
The GOP debate. Fascinating. Trump was peak Trump.
The flight attendants on Air France were very friendly and cheerful. It’s a long flight from St. Martin to Paris (8.5 hours). Meanwhile, the American Airline attendants on the Miami to St. Martin flight (only three hours) not so much. Why?
Portions in America are too big. I couldn’t finish a single meal.
The newish Restoration Hardware showroom in West Hollywood is odd. I don’t get it. Is it just for the trade? Who thought it was a good idea to have a 40,000 sq ft store where you have to buy everything online or from the catalog? The scale is huge. How can any shopper, who doesn’t live in a castle, envision that massive furniture in their home?
It would never occur to me to combine these two things:
Second, in the past I have written about my Ferragosto issues. Despite living in Italy for seven years, I was very American when it come to vacations and/or taking a break from work.
I said, “was” not “am.” Finally, this year I get it. I cannot wait for August 15th. Truly.
My trip was intense. I recently signed a Los Angeles based client and flew to Los Angeles direct from Rome. I have NEVER in my life been so happy to sit in a freezing cold plane for a thirteen-hour flight. The six week heatwave in Rome was warping my brain. There were rumblings about Alitalia striking that weekend. Thankfully, they didn’t and I got an upgrade to Business Class. Nice.
That upgrade made a huge difference. I had horrible jet leg during my trip to Los Angeles back in May. This time it was much better. I think it also helped that I walked to the Century City Mall shortly after arriving and stayed up until 10.30 p.m.
While I was running around Los Angeles with my client, I had deliveries and construction happening in Rome for another client. Given the nine hour time difference, things were a little hectic. I was only in Los Angeles for a few days and on my client’s schedule so I didn’t see many friends or “do meetings”.
Then I fly to Miami. It was my first trip to the city. I need to return and see more of it. I really liked the vibe. I stayed at the Viceroy which was fantastic.
Unfortunately, the design district is shrinking after LVHM bought out several blocks. It was still a productive trip. I sourced some great items for my Anguilla project.
From Miami I flew to St. Martin. I said hello to my parents, and the next day took the ferry to Anguilla.
After all the flying, unpacking, repacking, shopping, meeting with contractors, painters, carpenters, project managers, receiving texts from clients in Rome about things we need to do ASAP, etc. etc., I hit the wall on Saturday.
While packing (again) I watch Flipping Out. Can we talk about this show? I have so many questions. I wish Bravo aired in Italy.
I’m not complaining but a very strange thing happened during this trip. I do not feel guilty about looking forward to August 15th. Not one bit.
Of course I’m not going completely cold turkey. There are quite a few back office things I need take care of during the break and meetings I must attend.
I bought a stack of shelter magazines in the States and the book The Bee Cottage Story. I’m going to cut way back from the Internet and chill. I know September is going to be off the charts busy. Everyone returns to town and I’m looking for a new apartment. The latter will be an interesting process.
I may not be able to Dolce Far Niente for two weeks but can try for at least two days. To prepare I need to put together a killer playlist which will include one of my favorite summer jams from August 1990.