The cover of number 146 of Condé Nast Traveler (July-August)
When Victor Bensusi he sent us the photograph that illustrates the cover of this number he was not at all aware that he was closing a circle. And opening at the same time an infinite line. Here's the explanation: a little over a year ago, in the fateful and still close May 2020, we launched a special edition of Condé Nast Traveler in which a scene from Pierrot le fou – is there a more brilliant trip in the history of the cinema than this one by Godard?– promised a future full of adventures. The phrase was also stolen, why feign genius when you have a Kerouac who has already done it for you: “Our old suitcases were piling up on the sidewalk again; we had a long road ahead of us. But what did it matter, the road is life.
A good handful of readers and subscribers confessed to us in those days that they had framed the magazine because that was what it was, to frame it. We didn't mean that much. In fact, the fact that you spend your time reading the old and aromatic paper already seems like an achievement in these times of swipe up and scroll, but the truth is that we were moved to know that the message of optimism had permeated. Now that bursting bikini is so open, the one that hangs from the rearview mirror of a car, another, with which we start the engines of what we trust will be the best summer of our lives. Of your life.
This time, behind the glass you can see the sea, a metaphor of the first of metaphors –we do not want to sublimate what is not– about the desire for freedom, reaching new horizons and feeling that the world is once again a place where you can have a good time from time to time.
We have already come full circle and the old suitcases do not pile up on the sidewalk, but wait in the hood for that first bathroom that, unable to sustain the emotion, you decide to give yourself five minutes before reaching your destination, just when you turn the curve and wow, the sea appears. And you jump on your head.
These pages have to last you all summer; We have made them to accompany you from start to finish. Also to inspire your plans, those that at the moment may not take you too far -let's go easy-, but yes to nearby paradises and even to the usual place, the cadence of “returning” as a synonym of nostalgic happiness.
“Send me a postcard” is something very little avant-garde that we used to say when someone went on vacation. Now people announce their landing in the sand by uploading a photo to Instagram, but who wants likes when you can open the mailbox and find a souvenir with their stamp and everything. Send postcards, try. Share the secrets that we tell you here, from the Baltic to the Aegean, from the Cantabrian to the Tyrrhenian, from the wild Atlantic to the Mediterranean fetén. **The first summer of this new life begins with the conviction that, now, there is a happy ending. **