First, some wise words from our dear Coco Chanel to get you all in the mood-
"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different."
"Fashion fades, only style remains the same."
As I told you in my last post, I went down to experience Milan Fashion Week on Friday and Saturday. Since I obviously missed the call from my BFF Michael Kors personally inviting me to his favorite shows, I had to settle for awkwardly stalking the exterior of the venues, camera in hand. Regardless, there was an addictive air of anticipation that kept everyone waiting with bated breath for that moment when a celebrity would step out of one of the 4700 Maseratis that are cruising around the piazza. It was so invigorating, and I don't even follow high-fashion at all. Well, until Friday.
On Friday, I returned to the Golden Triangle with my D3100 in hand. Versace's show was scheduled for 7:00 and 8:00 pm in Via Gesu, so I decided to scope the area and observe what people were wearing. Via Gesu is also the home for the Four Seasons, so it didn't take long to figure out where a majority of the well-dressed people were coming from.
The exterior view of where the Versace show was held.
One of them almost tripped in their sky-high heels, so it reassured me that they are at least partly human.
In other news- If you need me, I'll be in the gym and starving myself all week.
Fashion Week is very important to the Italian population regardless of the availability of the tickets, as expressed by the massive public screens where a live feed showed the latest designs of the major labels:
On Saturday, a larger group of us went to another part of Milan where Jil Sander's show was being displayed. While waiting outside, I was able to snap these photos of random people on the street that were very willing to pose. Photos were like an avalanche affect. Whenever one person with a fancy camera asked someone to pause for a photo, another flood of people (sometimes including myself) came rushing over to take pictures too, often without knowing who the person or what his/her contribution to the fashion world was. After a while, I couldn't help but start to laugh. We were like little ants attacking dropped crumbs.
Here are a few of the better ones:
This one, however, my friends and I did recognize. He is 'The Sartorialist', the writer of a very well known fashion blog. He was kind enough to let some of the girls I was with take pictures with him:
More random pictures that deserve a comment:
ARE THOSE FROM SCOOBY DOO?
Hey there Philly!
I was (still am) really obsessed with this jacket. And those SHOES!
One thing is for sure- fur will forever be in style. It was EVERYWHERE, from older women to teenagers.
Ma'am, your child called. She wants her stuffed animal back:
But enough fun. Back to the grind tomorrow. JOKES, it's Italy. I only have one class tomorrow due to elections.
I hope you all had a great, warm weekend with lots of laughs.