Day 64: Thursday
When you first left for Italy I had moderately regular thoughts about you over there during fashion week. I was eager to get the lowdown on what it was like, and knew you’d have some pretty good takes:
“…jean jackets with one arm torn off…”
“…frilly with all kinds of colorful feathers…”
“…art like flamingo jackets…”
“…use a pen to write something that makes your friend cry…”
I’m not sure the last one will really catch on, but I suppose I know nothing about fashion…I hope yesterday was just a taste of more to come.
And, inspired by the talk of art and communication, I thought I’d write a poem.
Not on Rye
No bag of chips