Postcards from Turin, but without the bother of sincere feelings. The classic romantic views of the city — the Mole, the historic trams, the elegant cafés — ruined in just the right way by phrases perfect for the emotionally unresolved.
“A whole lot of kisses” lives serenely alongside “I cheated on you,” “having a wonderful vacation without you” finally has the tone it deserved, and “I would have invited you but I deleted your number” becomes almost urban poetry.
They are the ideal postcards for:
exes to destabilize,
friends to insult with affection,
overbearing relatives,
passive-aggressive long-distance relationships.
Turin has never been so elegant and so petty all at once. Because if you have to send a token of thought, you might as well leave some light but permanent emotional damage.
