We then went to the Architectural Biennale. It would take a blog all on its own but in brief, I don't want to live tomorrow. The Russians did it so well one hundred years ago, it was rather 'been there done that', as they had with their revolution. The British mocked as usual, and tax payers' money went on building a puddle. REALLY, A PUDDLE! (I jumped in it.) So in the future there will presumably be no puddles or swamps or was it about interacting with objects, we were told to draw, which we had no time for?. The Canadians understood that from plastics we have to create food. Theirs was the most beautiful. The summary is: when the day of reckoning comes, I am off .
If it's for you, silver babies will be in test tubes, and churches will be made up of lights running along perspex..
Not for me baby, I like reality and Italian Vogue.
Later, I went to the most fantastic party given for Quentin Tarantino by Italian Vogue. Franca Sozzani is a generous hostess. The dining rooms smelt of roses, petals were everywhere and the guest list was incredible. Tarantino looked surprisingly elegant, while Naomi Campbell came up to me and said how much she loved my sons. This woman is enchanting like a cheeky beautiful tiger she pounces. Many princesses looked ravishing with long legs. the most ravishing of all is Elisa Sebnauoi. I arrived with Robert Rabensteiner, famous for his style, wearing a beautifully cut and new design for evening dress. Franca's sister Carla looked gorgeous. There is nothing so romantic as speeding through the canals in a boat. The evening was a dream. I was saved by a dress from Zara and the most delicious cape from prada with black sequins.
Here from the excellent blog of Franca Sozzani, Editor of Italian Vogue, is her description