From the Piazza Duomo to the Arco della Pace, the streets of Milan are packed, crowded mostly with women 5’9” and up, all dressed to the nines. With their frames aglow from the camera flashes, it’s like being in the most glittering tin of sardines the world has ever seen. Or, at least, that I’ve…
Celebrate Good Finds
The past few days in Milan have been rainy and cold, leaving my spirit feeling like the smushed tip of a banana that you grimace at before throwing in the trash. Bruised and lost in a sea of garbage. But yesterday the grey monochrome expanse formally known as the sky broke up to reveal the sun…
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