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Author: camparigirl

Trying to make sense of the world and life through food and words.

Breakfast at Prada’s

Posted in Style & Travel, and Uncategorized

In August, Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills turns into a playing fields for Italian in bermudas and fancy sunglasses. They stop, huddle and photograph stores they can happily see in Milan or Rome without having to shell out $2,000 for a flight but I understand, Rodeo Drive is a rite of passage for the first time tourist.

Breaking up is hard to do – especially with a best friend

Posted in Life & Love, Relationships, Uncategorized, and Women's issues

friendly-casualties-13238608937kHThe voice mail or e-mail arrive punctually every few months. “Have been thinking about you so much lately. I miss you. The reason why I haven’t been in touch is blah blah blah” and, at the end “I don’t even remember what happened between us but we should get together”.

My reply, mostly out of guilt and an inability to let go of people I loved, is a subtle variation on “we should definitely get together, this is what I am doing blah blah blah. Call me!”.

Thought of the week… #47

Posted in Relationships, Things We Love, and Women's issues

Kama SutraSex will never be simple or nice in the ways we might like it to be. It is not fundamentally democratic or kind; it is bound up with cruelty, transgression and the desire for subjugation and humiliation. It refuses to sit neatly on top of love, as it should.

The apple never falls far from the tree – Ulric Collette’s genetic project

Posted in Things We Love, and Uncategorized

My better half might be my husband but my other half is definitely my sister.

I always thought of my little sister as the other keeper of memories only the two of us share. She and I alone can remember the smell of our bedroom; the sound of the lady next door washing up as we prepared for sleep (her kitchen abutted our bedroom); the secret Sunday morning games played in bed; the endless dinners while our parents were arguing. In short, nobody else knows how it felt to grow up in our household but my sister.

The power of one – how a physics professor defeated an oil giant

Posted in Life & Love, Uncategorized, and Women's issues

Unless you live in the Italian region of Abruzzo, routinely read the Italian newspapers, or are an oil junkie, chances are you have never heard the name Maria Rita D’Orsogna.…

An apple a day doesn’t always keep the doctor away – choosing a doctor that’s right for you

Posted in Health, and Women's issues

Rembrandt's anatomy lesson - kind of glad I was born 400 years later
Rembrandt’s anatomy lesson – kind of glad I was born 400 years later

My life, right now, is an endless string of dentists’ appointments. I have the misfortune of having to do some extensive dental work and, a couple of months ago, my wonderful (and drop dead gorgeous lady) dentist referred me to Dr. G for a specialist consult. I might be biassed but I am close to the perfect patient: I never miss appointments, I show up on time, I ask questions, I am not scared but. But I always interview my doctors.

It’s not all Vespas and gelatos – the other Italy

Posted in Life & Love, and Women's issues

vespaLet’s play a word association game: if I said Italy, what would come to mind? Would you say gelato, good food, Vespa, cute guys, fashion and maybe history? When I think of Italy, now that I have spent half my life away from it, often I  romanticize it the way visitors tend to, while still being aware of the incongruities  my country harbors: nightmarish bureaucracy, corruption,  a general sense of selfishness, works of art left to rot, sexism, unemployment. Lately, to the list of ailments that afflict Italy we have been forced to add “feminicide”.

The beauty of an imperfect body – Helmut Newton’s powerful women

Posted in fashion, Style & Travel, and Women's issues

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From the Rue Abroit series for Yves St Laurent

But, if I were to look for a moment at the pore-less faces, the sculpted legs, the absence of lines or of any imperfections, it wouldn’t be hard to see why young girls today feel so inadequate and work so hard to attain the impossible. The subject has been dissected in many a forum by more eloquent voices than mine so I won’t debate it any further here. Thirty years ago, though, I don’t remember ever measuring myself against the likes of Claudia Schiffer, Cindy Crawford or Naomi Campbell, and I am fairly confident none of my girlfriends lost any sleep over the matter either – so, what has changed? 

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