At the Gucci Fall/Winter 2026 show in Milan—Demna Gvasalia's first as creative director of the fashion house—she was the last to walk the runway. She wore a black high-neck dress covered in rhinestones, with a completely bare back, and a silver clutch. Kate Moss closed the show as she had opened an era thirty years earlier: with apparent effortlessness, with a presence that needs no explanation.

There is a red curtain hanging in front of a peeling wall in the center of Florence. Above it, a painted cherub stares at you with wide eyes. Inside, there is a chair, a cold light, and a machine that never lies. Fotoautomatica is one of those analog photo booths that have survived everything—digital cameras, smartphones, Instagram filters—and that today, inexplicably, create a line. Not of tourists looking for souvenirs. Of twenty-somethings who go in alone or in pairs and come out happy, clut

Close your eyes, I’ll take you to Portofino in 1953… … Even today, 17 July 1953, in Portofino rained: a storm of middle day bathed the piazzetta dei Martiri, the blue hydrangeas of the hill, the bougainvillea frame the ocher houses of the fishermen, the hair of the baroness von Mumm who lives in the castle of San Giorgio. In, however, ‘a few minutes it returned the serene and it feels again in the air, along with the smell of wet moss, the smell of bread and focaccia from the bakery “Canale”....