I was in London when a friend texted me: “Come to Madrid? It’s F1 on the new circuit.” I said yes on the spot. F1 hadn’t raced there in 45 years, so I knew it was going to be a strange weekend, in the best way.
What did I wear?
On Saturday I went full denim, head to toe, with Jacquemus: pants and top in the same shade of blue, no overthinking it (everything’s linked on ShopMy).
On Sunday, race day, I switched it up completely: tailored Gucci trousers with a basic tank top. I wasn’t about to dress like I was headed to a gala, but I also didn’t want to blend in too casually among the paddock crowd.
Who was around
The paddock looked like a casting call: King Felipe VI with Princess Leonor and Infanta Sofía, Rafa Nadal, David Beckham, among others. But as an Argentine, the one I cared about most was Franco Colapinto, who finished seventh with Alpine (flying the Argentine flag, and yes, I got emotional), scoring points in Madring’s first race. Every time he passed the main straight, a roar in Spanish went up that felt different from the rest of the paddock.
The race
Kimi Antonelli won with Mercedes (also one of my favorites), notching his eighth victory of the season after a well-timed virtual safety car worked in his favor. Second was Max Verstappen, third Lando Norris, who lost everything to a miscalculated pit strategy.
Between jamón and a glass of wine in the TAG lounge, it was clear: this Madring thing is just getting started.
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