Two words. Italian. Fashion. Need I say more?
Milan Fashion Week is a once in a lifetime experience and there was no chance I would be in Italy and miss this glamorous affair.
I strolled around wishfully window shopping all of my favorite italian designers; Versace, Dolce & Gabbana, Armani, Gucci, Prada, & Mischino. It was torture. sweet, beautiful, couture torture.
We got our hair styled to look like actual runway models by the world’s hottest Italian men, which is a very high standard over here. Everyone’s face looks as though it was chiseled by the god’s themselves. But seriously, Krystina’s hair looked like a piece of art, a weird, bizarre, pretentious piece of art. We took it out the moment we left the popup hair salon. Oops..
I ate like a true Milanese and had my first ever risotto. I could have easily had five more plates if I wasn’t super self-conscious and surrounded by stick-thin models, literally.
We explored different MFW expos featuring award winning student designs, watched live fashion shows projected on every wall, saw a man hand making leather shoes, peaked in at a Canon dress up blogger photo shoot, and admired a spectacular Sophia Loren exhibition.
Everything took a very weird and not to glamourous turn when we decided to head to the fabulous Duomo to have ourselves a little photo shoot. There I was minding my own business taking some shots of the amazing architecture and next thing I know I have a handful of corn kernels in my hand. Half a second and an ear-piercing scream later, I had around 3-7 dirty rat birds all across the length of my arm. (I know I say I’m fearless and all, but the pigeons here are actually terrifying). This was probably the most scarring event to occur in my twenty-one years of life on this planet.
However the highlight and best part about the entire day was the fact that I spent it doing my favorite hobby. People watching. From seeing real models out running from show to show to noticing people wearing new outfits that just debuted on the runway the night before, the street fashion was surreal. If you ever get the chance and happen to be in NYC, Milan, or Paris around the time of Fashion Week, for the love of everything aesthetically pleasing and right in the world, GO PEOPLE WATCH.