A Question of Friends
I was preparing my articles on Italian shoes and accessories for the Fall/Winter Fashion Season and I received a Video Clip from Italy. It was an MTV clip of an Italian rapper. As I watched, thoroughly enjoying this twenty-something artist go through his routine, I was saddened. I suddenly realized that while in Italy I relate and interact with all age groups, here at home I feel old.
My kids never told me that I did not understand them, except for the time I ripped the posters of “Take That” off the wall of my oldest daughter’s room. My children’s friends have always liked me and would tell my kids, “What a cool Dad you have!”
I have always fit in, worked and played side by side with those younger and older, it was a horrible feeling. A good friend intuitively understood from an email that I was somehow distraught and gave me a ring. We chatted of wine, corporate culture and Don Quixote fighting the windmills of injustice but this did not quiet my discontent.
As I read and responded to the comments on the article Italian Women’s Fashion Fall/Winter 2006/2007 I realized how much I appreciated not only the thoughts they shared but, more importantly the fact that they dedicated time to read what I wrote, and, in a certain way, the friendship shared even though we have never met.
Thus, while I prepare an article requested about Roberto Cavalli’s designs, I pose to you, my friends,
“Why, do you think, I have this feeling of disconnect in my country of birth?”
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