Geneva’s airport is built so that its visitors are in gentle unison: the departee and arrived, the yin and yang of journey. It’s a soothing notion, though an impossible concept in London, I think to myself as I swivel my overnight luggage past a queue of businessmen expertly fishing out wallets and keys from various nooks at security control. We’re headed to breakfast with Yilin, founder of W=Hb2 in Lausanne: a hop, skip and a
CAMPARINO: Opened in 1915 by Davide Campari which quickly became the hub of Milanese life and of the fashions sported by its patrons.
The final act of the Campari tale takes me back to Milan, foggy at touchdown and golden by the time I check in at the Rosa Grand and clock familiar faces from the Campari Collective, last together in September of last year. Rich Woods, (of Duck & Waffle/Sushi Samba bar fame) whom I’d styled a grey tartan waistcoat in the ‘London’ scene for the Campari Diaries – The Legend of Red Hand short film, beams as he tells me how much he’s looking forward to the screening.
We’re treated to a tour of a few spots
William & Son
“million years ago”
Dress – Paul & Yakov. Diamond bracelet – William & Son MYA
“I’M HERE… TO SEE… MYA!”, I announce mid-wheeze as I crash into the Bruton Street boutique, fifteen minutes late to my meeting. Clemence, Head of Jewellery at William & Son, is actually who I’m meant to seek – the two names I’d confused in frenzy – but I am nevertheless led towards a cabinet displaying some of the most brilliant emerald pieces I’d ever seen. A discreet plaque discloses the collection name: MYA.
And what do you know, Clemence also happens to be sitting right behind the
Erdem x H&M
Skirt, tights & shoes – Erdem x H&M\
Erdem x H&M; shot at the London West Hollywood
What is our skin if not for the most elaborate (and diva – speaking of mine) personality on our body. No pancreas has ever pouted, or a kidney crossed its arms in complaint about how beautiful and moist it should be looking. Long time readers will know mine threw a coup during the latter half of my 20’s and decided to entirely mutate its ecosystem under a banner named ‘adult-onset eczema’. MAN, that was a pain to fix. Also, apologies for harping on about it for years.
In all honesty, I‘m grateful to even be able to share