#MilanFW

Italy is a the center of everyone's attention these days, because of the election of course. I on the other hand couldn't care less, especially when it's fashion week. Elise and I took the train from Venice on Thursday and have spent the weekend here together, going to shows and hanging around the Piazza del Duomo.

Except for the duomo itself it's not a pretty city, but the fashion is great. I loved Versace's "vunk" even though everyone else seems to hate it. I loved Cavalli's prints (that sort of looked like vintage Versace), and I loved Miuccia Prada's romantic elegance.

I wore: bodysuit (American Apparel), skirt (Gucci), clutch (Abro), necklace (Marc Jacobs), headdress (vintage)

Greetings from another part of the world

Ciao tutti. I've landed in Venice, physically and mentally. It's been hard finding a wireless network (my aunt doesn't believe in the Internet), I'm writing this from a restaurant near the Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari. It's cold compared to LA (48 degrees), but the sun is shining and the light is fantastic.

I've spent my first days just walking around, enjoying the calm safely away from San Marco and the Rialto. There are always tourists here but its much worse during the summer. I remember spending time here with my family when I was little but everything seems so much smaller now. I guess growing up also means that the world becomes less indefinite, for better or for worse.

To call or not to call

I'm going slightly crazy here. For days now I've been walking around with that little piece of paper in my pocket, not knowing if to call the number or not. I want to, I really do, but it's not the right thing because of sweet Henry. He doesn't deserve it, not that he's always been good to me but he's never meant to hurt me either. Oh, I wish there was an easy way out of this but if I just let it go I won't be able to stop thinking about it.

On a lighter note, daddy apparently met with some high executive at Versace in Europe because he came home with a bed cover and a nightgown from their sold out H&M collections. I know he's trying to buy his way into my life, but it's working so well I don't even want to care. At least he's making an effort, right?

Back in la-la land

Back in LA or home or whatever you want to call it, and it feels as if everything and nothing has changed at the same time. I'm a different person in the same place I've always been, I've traveled years just to end up where I was when I started. The good thing is I know there's a whole world out there, and I can do whatever I want with it.

Dad acts like I've been home all the time, it's nice to not argue over anything but it bugs me too. He wants me to be the same daughter I was this spring and I have to pretend I am, for now. He sent Salvatore out to get me a wonderful velvet jacket from the Versace for H&M collection. Maybe I'm stupid for accepting it but I guess I don't have to change everything about my life all at once.

And then there's Henry. It was nice to see him again, I had forgotten how he failed me the last time and I don't really care anymore. He said he was sorry and I choose to believe him. He still makes me smile and that's worth plenty.