On Instagram handies and goat cheese.

There are selfies, and there are handies. This is a handie. Handies are even more obnoxiously vain than selfies, that’s the whole and awful truth. I posted this handie a couple of times on Instagram, using a variety of filters, trying to make my hand look irresistable, it does look quite young, considering it’s 47 years old, doesn’t it? See, fishing for compliments again. The tan is totally fake, by the way. It’s just the filter. And these rings, what a joke, I never wore them. Not once. The one on my little finger is by Tiffany & Co., I bought it at Tiffany’s in Hamburg and after discussing it at large the same day at dinner over some yummy tartes flambées at Jimmy Elsass, an Alsatian restaurant in Hamburg, with my friend Nina – the tarte with goat cheese, honey, rocket and rosemary is the best, by the way, it’s called Grüne Ziege, green goat –, I totally lost interest in it, even after ordering the other one by Maison Martin Margiela at Mr Porter’s some time later in Zurich, just like you are always to buy two guinea pigs so that they don’t feel lonely, it didn’t change, I considered them a stylish pair, but not for me, and never ever wore them. Classic tragedy. Heroes, doomed from the start. So, judge for yourself, does the photo tell that story? No, of course not, handies are all fake, even faker than selfies, they’re the fakest on Instagram, undoubtedly, believe you me.

Made in France.

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I just saw a clip on Nick Knight’s Instagram account, giving me Olivier Rousteing talking about people forgetting the quality of his designs over all his fame on Instagram, and his good looks. I looked to my left, and over my chair I saw what I was wearing yesterday, a pair of jeans, biker style, with the iconic zipper fly that practically screams Balmain, you don’t need a logo to recognize the brand’s signature style, only few designers have achieved that, and a blue t-shirt with a serigraphy on it, an almost abstract screen printing of a lion’s head, some years old, still in shape, as back all those years ago it was beautifully made in France, imagine that, a t-shirt made in France, not in China or Malaysia, no, fabrication haut de gamme, delivered by grown up people, not by underpaid workers or even worse, by children, politically correct craftsmenship worthy of the old haute couture label, although looking quite hippiesque, meaning inexpensive, at least when you don’t give it a second look or thought. The moment Mr Porter delivered the first one, in a tiny flat white box, I ordered another one, in another tiny flat white box. The most beautiful and most expensive t-shirt I ever purchased twice, so no, Monsieur Rousteing, I always think of you as a good designer, even when I have to look at Kanye West.

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