Milan is Milan and the rest is just nonsense

Maybe that’s why it’s not so strange that the first person I photographed here also had something in exchange to give me that was fashion-related. Maybe that’s why it’s not so strange that in those two or three minutes of conversation I had the feeling I was in the presence of someone that was more than a simple style reference. She was some type of femininity archetype. If there were any doubts, they disappeared here and here. Oh... and here