With Nick, it’s been Love at first sight. A platonic kind of Love, it couldn’t have been any other way; I like men and so does he. But it was indeed one of the best relationships I’ve ever had.

We met at the fashion school and both had the same ambition to become great designers. We’d always find a way to sneak in the backstage of the fashion shows or at the parties. Our Bibles were “Glamorama” by Bret Easton Ellis and “The philosophy of Andy Warhol”. Had we met in a previous life, it would have been at the golden age of the Studio 54 in New York.

We’d often drive to via Montenapoleone at 2 am only to watch the windows of the luxury shops. Then we’d open wide the door of the car and with the music at max volume, we’d pretend to be on the catwalk. We attended all the best events. At Hugh Hefner’s 70th birthday we were sitting at his table next to him, Elio Fiorucci and all the playmates. We became friends with Vivienne Westwood and Tom Ford and we’d dance with Domenico Dolce & Stefano Gabbana. I’d hook up the cutest male models and Nick would criticize me for that. He says that I never lost the habit. 

I owe Nick a lot of who I am today. He’s the one who came up with the name Coxy. We were at Gucci’s after party and there was this super hot Australian DJ. Nick asserted he was gay, I was convinced of the opposite. So we made a bet: “we’re both gonna try to hit on him and we’ll see who wins”.  I did! The Australian DJ started flirting with me all night and in front of Nick said: “Baby, you’re so Cool and Sexy”. Nick was jealous so he uttered out “COol and SeXY? you are Coxy!” and it stayed with me ever since.

Even the two dots on the sides of my eyes come from one of our stories. That time was the party for the launch of Flair magazine. Nick said that I should have the two dots that represented the magazine’s logo painted on my face like Marilyn Monroe. At first, I tried to paint them close to my lips but I didn’t like them. Then I drew a long black line above my lashes and two dots, one on each side of my eyes. It became my trademark makeup which I’m still wearing up and to this point.

One day we went to Switzerland to buy some weed. The goal was to cross the border back to Italy unnoticed. I was wearing pink camouflage pants and some Dior sunglasses a little too oversized. Nick was wearing an Alexander McQueen military shirt with insignia patches, a ripped jeans, and golden sequin slippers. I guess we didn’t really set ourselves up for success. Obviously, they stopped us and the anti-drugs dogs found the weed. It was not a big amount so we got away only with a warning. The police officer started filling in the form with our data and when he got to the question “What’s your occupation?” Nick took off his fancy sunglasses like a diva, stared into the officer’s eyes and replied “Fashion Designer”. I burst into laughter and so did the police officer. In the end, he let us go wishing us good luck.

There have been countless episodes like that. One night we were heading to Vogue’s party and we had covered our bodies with golden glitter. As we got out of the parking lot we got rear ended. We got out of the car to exchange insurance info with the lady in the other car and she gave us a gaze as if we were complete freaks. Then, when she learned that I worked at Gucci, she suddenly became all nice.

Nick was the only one who was able to lift up my mood, especially after a bad breakup. We’d do Sex and the City marathons in his apartment and he’d restyle my entire look to make me feel better. When I started dating an older guy he didn’t like at all he promised me to become heterosexual again as he felt I deserved better. 

My family adored him, even my grandma; despite she was very self-righteous she had accepted him being gay.

And so much more…

The summer holidays at Forte dei Marmi by the seaside, the dancing nights at the Capannina, the nudist gay beaches close to Livorno and the rides on his Vespa while I was wearing a huge Pucci hat.  One day we stayed up all night and the morning after, we went to an amusement park still elegantly dressed from the night before.

We were young, free and fools. It felt like we had the world at our feet. We both dreamed about America and both ended up living in this country, although in two different cities. He settled in NY and me in LA. Today, despite we are physically distant, we keep sharing stories and adventures. I miss him sometimes.

So much Life!

’Til the next one.

Love,

Coxy

WITH VIVIENNE WESTWOOD
WITH TOM FORD AT GUCCI AFTER PARTY
THERE WAS ALWAYS A PARTY GOING ON
THAT DAY AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK
HITTING ON THE SAME GUYS…
WITH ANDREW MC KENZIE
GUCCI BOOTS
NEVER A DULL MOMENT

VERSIONE ITALIANA

Amore a prima vista. Ma solo platonico. Altrimenti non avrebbe potato essere. A me piacevano gli uomini, a lui pure. Ma insieme ne abbiamo combinate di ogni. Giovani e spensierati. Trovavamo sempre un modo per entrare alle sfilate e alle feste. I nostri angeli erano Glamorama e la filosofia di Andy Warhol. Se ci fossimo conosciuti in una vita passata sarebbe stato ai tempi d oro dello studio 54 di NY .

Un giorno siamo andati in svizzera per comprare l erba. Dobbiamo passare inosservati. Io avevo un pantalone camouflage rosa e degli occhiali da sole di Dior anche troppo oversized. Nick camicia di Alexander Mcqueen con lacci che penzolavano ovunque e ciabatte di paillettes d oro. Ovvio che ci hanno fermati. Mentre il poliziotto riempie il modulo di denuncia alla domanda che mestiere fa, nick si toglie gli occhiali lo guarda dritto negli occhi ed esclama. La stilista.

Di episodi cosi ce ne sono a mille. Come quella volta che dovevamo andare ad una festa di Vogue e ci siamo cosparsi di glitter dorato su tutto il corpo. Per poi uscire dal parcheggio ed essere tamponati da un auto. La tipa ci ha guardati in modo molto strano. Poi quando ha scoperto che lavoravo da Gucci e diventata tutta gentile.

Spesso prendevamo la macchina e alle 2 di notte andavamo in centro a vedere le vetrine ed in mezzo a via Montenapoleone spalancavamo la portiera della macchina e con la musica a manetta facevamo le passerelle. Le feste le abbiamo fatte tutte. Ai 70 anni di Hugh Hefner di Playboy eravamo al tavolo con lui ed Elio Fiorucci. Eravamo diventati amici di Vivienne Westwood e di Tom Ford e ballavamo con Domenico Dolce e Stefano Gabbana. Io rimorchiavo i modelli e Nick mi criticava, dice che non ho perso il vizio.

A Nick devo tanto di quello che sono diventata. Da lui e nato il nome Coxy. Eravamo alla festa di Gucci e c era questo dj australiano figo. Piaceva a entrambe. Nick sosteneva che fosse Gay. Io dicevo di no. Allora abbiamo fatto una scommessa. Ci proviamo entrambe. Ho vinto io. L australiano mi corteggia spudoratamente e mi dice davanti a Nick. Baby you are so cool and sexy. Nick geloso esclama. Cool and Sexy, you are Coxy. E sono rimasta Coxy da allora. Anche i due nei vicino agli occhi, quella volta era la festa di Flair magazine. Nick diceva che dovevo avere due punti come Marilyn e il logo del giornale.  Dopo aver provato qua e la alla fine ho disegnato una riga allungata di eye liner e due puntini a lato di ogni occhio. Anche quelli sono rimasti con me da allora.

Era l unico che sapesse tirarmi su il morale. Specie dopo una storia andata male. Ci facevamo le maratone di Sex and the city e mi faceva un restyling che mi faceva subito sentire meglio. La mia famiglia lo adorava. Anche mia nonna che nonostante fosse un po bigotta aveva accettato che fosse gay. Quando ebbi una storia con uno che a lui non piaceva mi disse Coxy mollalo, ti meriti di meglio, piuttosto ridivento etero.

E tanto altro. Le vacanze a forte dei Marmi e le serate alla Capannina. Le spiagge di nudisti a Livorno mentre giravo in vespa con un cappello di Pucci a tesa larghissima. Una giornata al Luna Park ancora vestiti eleganti dalla notte prima )forse non avevamo nemmeno dormito.

Eravamo giovani, liberi, e folli . Sembrava di avere il mondo ai nostri piedi. 

Entrambe sognavamo l America, fin da allora. Alla fine ci siamo arrivati ma in due città diverse. Lui a NY e io a LA. E nonostante la distanza siamo ancora a raccontarci storie e a condividere avventure.

Quanta vita!

LOVE

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