Vanitas and the Codognato: Tango Alpha

There are so many jewelry lines out there, but there are only a few which are legends of grandeur that last throughout the generations. While planning my summer trip to the art events in Europe, I was informed from one of our insiders at Connaissance des Arts Magazine of the small Codognata family-owned jewelry business in Venice. This operation makes some of the most over-the-top Vanitas pieces out there. Jean Cocteau, Miucca Prada, Nureyev, and a select group of others have all acquired custom items from the Codognato family. In brief summation these jewels remind the wealthy folk of their own feeble mortality while still maintaining hedonistic materialism through exclusive designs. Why not? I'd love to have a skull ring with diamond eyes and teeth to help me take on the face of death. Beautify the morbid and life seems even more luxurious! Never mind the “innovative” pseudo-punk skull and cross bones that we see in the NYC club scene, go to Venice and get the real bling from one of the true originators.

In Love & Memories
-TANGO ALPHA

+Gioielleria Attilio Codognato, 1295 San Marco, Venice +39 041 522 5042
+Vanitas-Inspired Artwork: Angelo Filomeno: Galerie Lelong: New York/Zurich

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Mexico: Playa Del Carmen: Suncrawler

While our correspondent Boris has been enjoying the flesh peddling wares of The Box in Manhattan celebrating his 30th, Suncrawler sends in this SPF coated report from the self-proclaimed 'Mexican Riveria' with some surprising discoveries:

"Upon arrival at Cancun airport all of our worst fears were realized -- drunken midwesterns doing tequila shots in the departure lounge, overweight mammas in far too revealing shirts which read Spring Break 2007, and more than a few passed out high school kids who looked like they needed medical attention after doing too many Jello shots at Wet Willies. Good Samaritans are overrated - we quickly headed for the arrivals hall.

After escaping the Mexican airport hell we jetted an hour South to Playa Del Carmen on the advice of some euro hippies. We were told that Playa was a good party spot to stop over in on our way to Tulum, the supposedly once hidden beach paradise. We were skeptical and our expectations were low but we looked forward to being proven wrong.

And wrong we were. Cancun this is not. After pulling into one of the cooler hotels we have seen in recent months, The hotel Basico, we were greeted with a chilled out - dare we say - even Mediterranean vibe? The hotel is the sister hotel to Mexico City's uber trendy Habita Hotel and features an elaborate rooftop pool / lounge area. Playa itself: tacky - kinda; Americans - not too many; cocktails - strong; women - topless; vibe - relaxed.

By the middle of the next day Sienna and I found ourselves lying on a seaside bed at Mamitas Beach Club Lounge where the capahrinas were flowing and the Eurotrash music was plusing. Spring Break Mexico this was not. That night we ate at a restaurant which could easily pass in any Eurobeach town dining on incredibly fresh sashimi and samba sounds. The town is filled with open air trendy chilled out bars and lounges with contemporary design and good music. However, avoid the nightclubs which air a bit on the cheesy side. The only club worth going to is La Santanera which has Mexican wrestling masks on the ceiling and is owned by the Theivery Corporation. Overall, Playa lives up to its reputation as a haven for Euros and Mexican Jet Set. Just don't be distracted by the occasional static of the American touristos.

Playa Del Carmen
+Hotel Basico, Playa Del Carmen.
+Hotel Deseo, Playa Del Carmen.
+La Santanera, Playa Del Carmen.
+Mamitas Beach Club / Lounge, Playa Del Carmen.
+W4 Photog: Basico Hotel, Playa Del Carmen, March 2007.