A blogger of workshy persuasion, I will ordinarily commence a new post with a confetti of apologies for my radio silence.
This one will begin differently.
It begins with a thank you to each and all of those who have taken the time to write such beautifully kind and thoughtful messages since Napoleon’s accident. I’ve been quite the emotional wreck these past weeks and – much like receiving a little hug – your words have proven in turns cheering, fortifying and hugely touching.
Napoleon is beginning to do much better.
In the tradition of all
bloody annoying male stalwarts – think of Shakespeare’s ‘Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch’ Mercutio – he’s taken to complaining about my “fussing” him. Where such defiant ingratitude might otherwise cause my displeasure, I interpret it as a sign that things really must be on the mend… and then fuss the poor bugger some more.
This first post coincides with a last.
Madame Roitfeld’s final issue of Paris Vogue went on sale last week. As though projected through a television screen, the cover editorial Coeur a Corps Perdu features a swanlike – albeit for a broken neck and overplucked eyebrows – Saskia de Brauw. It gives witty ode to Roitfeld’s successor, “Emmanuelle”, with its erotic 1970s aesthetic.
I’ve yet to fully
consult Google translate read my copy but, already, my favourite part is Carine’s Edito.
Handwritten and without marshmallow mawkishness, the closing observation – ‘It’s because everything must end that everything is so beautiful’ – brings a poetic poignancy to this, her farewell edition.
À bientôt, Carine.