Dear friends, here I am
. I have just returned from two days in Milan, full of people who acchittata even Christmas trees, "amooore" and "adooorro" flying and parties that it would take to get a bodyguard to make way.
share Sarinski point of view on the whole rigamarole of Fashion Week (you can read it here http://www.thereisalotofsarinskinesshere.com/ ), we also met yesterday and we spent a pleasant afternoon together, with even the legendary Shampa (actually only one), very nice ( http://shampalove.blogspot.com/ ).
But I can not help but jump like a cricket in front of every parade, every celeb of addocchiare hungry and bloggers who passes in front of me and cheering like a fool at every party where my friends make me post (I am too clumsy).
Small guide?
- Friday, after a small drink in via Tortona (Giving names do not exist at the entrance), the feast of French Connection (entering through the back door). Full of zarri, we decided to move to the Pink is Punk, the place to be. 2000 people at the entrance but we go in, to find in 5000. Face Hunter viscidissimo there was that I saw in passing during the evening 3 girls, Kirsten Dunst was there, there was a bunch of gay tank top (but I love you) and the worst in the history playlist. I could not even breathe, let alone move.
- Saturday: ride with Sarinski and shampoo, we saw Caroline's Mode (that nice!), Some editor out Frankie Morello, Micole Feed Your Style, bloggers who believe in a lot (my mom), and others very funny ( http://ladymarianworld.blogspot.com/ ), freaks and people in general to make her pussy was not even wearing it in May, and there was freezing cold. Then mini event by 10 Corso Como (the very cool Shampa let all of us, even if not listed, then that list to what?), Where there was Lindsey Wixon and the mummy march Carla Sozzani, then parade Moschino Cheap & Chic (pocketed well there), where there were Scott and Garance, Anna of Russia, his assistants and blabla. We force-fed small portions of Martini and Soda (very good), after the feast of the Chamber of Fashion (guess what? Pocketed!) And then home, where they are collapsing dead.
short, even if you are not a random name from the list and add you panic, or will pretend that the name on the list there. Greater security needed, of course.
Now I have a head full of clutch by Celine, of people in frost-resistant sleeves to 3 / 4, a blogger with business cards, and caregivers who maintain contact with the press (? Should I do business cards yet I ?), how to get hold of invitations to fashion shows and lecture the next time I do because I'm still in Parma instead of throwing myself into the magical world of mmmoda, if I like so much (yes, I love it so much, despite everything ).
And then, taken by all ste crap, I missed one of the few things for which I had come up in Milan, on a grand show that our friend has reviewed LadyMarian http://ladymarianworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/fashion-week-mestieri-darte-moda.html . Damn, I see a couple of bags and go on tilt!
I'm visiting my friends who bring me back down to earth now, and tonight Oscars!
Monday I will be a lemon ... guide to come!
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