critical reading of the last morning of post Sozzani has left me pleasantly surprised.
Yes, I read that right, a few fashion bloggers mifacciosolofoto-parlosolodimodamanonnesonulla
-masonounafashionicon - has been able to write two a line.
When I saw this I realized that the situation was tragic . Nothing matches
newspapers (I start to have seizures outifit when I read, sorry) but the composition of little thoughts from fifth grade. The
Sozzani must have shaken their knowledges or many ladies have felt stung.
I think the most difficult step, and the most truthful, was this:
"I do not have points of view, but they speak for themselves only / ie photographing clothes absurd.
What is the point? "And I do not even know who they are, aside from a few / a, why are so many and all the same, and so caught up in changing clothes to get noticed, which automatically to my eyes get a group and not individuals. "
In my head, I reviewed un'infinta fantozziana standing ovation after liberating " The battleship is a Potionkin shit crazy. "
visceral expression comes after the vision and torture of what was, for the use of media culture, a spectacle without meaning.
Here's this morning for Sozzani has felt this way: they gave off a loud voice and said what he thought of months.
There are bloggers and there are freaks.
And, being the 'Italy a country known for its extreme and marked meritocracy, of course prevail gli ultimi,
che pare infestino eventi e sfilate come le cavallette e siano considerati quanto una velina in un summit di ingegneria genetica.
Questo ci dice la Sozzani.
Io l'appoggio, mi piace questa linea di pensiero, di voler selezionare, capire e non di non idolatrare e farne un fenomeno di costume.
Mi rimane solo un dubbio.
Ma il suo caro Bryanboy?
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