Oh My, Milano

You guys! I seriously suck. I haven’t written or posted anything in two weeks because I have been SUPER busy with work. I am currently in Milan for Men’s Fashion Week, and the Spring/Summer 2018 womenswear campaign. I spend every day, 8:30 a.m. to 7 p.m. in the showroom, attend client dinners until 10 or 11, and then do it all over again the next day. It sounds glamorous, I know. But really, it’s twelve hour days and sleepless nights. Granted, they are filled with clients and clothing and models, oh my!

Throughout the year, I will travel to Milan four times for about two weeks at a time. Somehow everyone here is in perfect shape regardless of the fact that they smoke a pack a day and put away more bread than I've ever seen. It's amazing they aren't all 500 pounds with the delicious food Italy has to offer.

Whatever you do, don't visit Italy during the summer. I promise you WILL be absolutely miserable. Today it was raining in Milan, so I decided to take a day trip to Florence, where I intended to spend my time in Galleria Dell'Accademia, under the constant flow of crisp AC. I spent all of yesterday exploring Milan, admiring the Duomo, and getting drunk off Bloody Marys by myself, and sweating my ass off! I thought it was time for something new. As I rounded the street corner to the museum in Florence, and saw the length of the admission line (it literally wrapped all the way around the building), I decided to do what any true tourist would, and paid 5 times the normal price of a ticket to skip the line and escape the heat. It even came with the perk of a guided tour. So, I'm waiting in line with my fellow tourists, and our guide drops a huge bomb on us, letting us know that the AC broke ten days ago...just my luck! But I had to push on and bare the heat to gain my money's worth. I followed the guide through the tiny, hot museum, and waited for the moment when we would come face to face with Michelangelo's David. We exited one room of paintings and entered another. There he was at the end of the room, regal, positioned in the center of a circle of archways. He was...gifted to say the least. I had seen pictures of him prior to my encounter, but they were incomparable to the real thing. He was beautiful, a true masterpiece. He was worth every euro.

I prolonged my time in the museum, so I wouldn't have to venture back out into the scorching sun, but eventually, I had to leave. So...I headed to the Florentine Duomo. And, there, again, a line wrapped all the way around the building (and that says a lot because it's freaking huge), so I just settled for some pictures.

While I killed time, waiting to meet a friend, I decided to buy myself a little gift *cough cough* (it's in the Gucci box). While adulting really kind of sucks, it is pretty nice being able to afford to buy yourself some presents here and there, emphasis on the "here and there" because I'm not made of money...yet.

Anyway, I kinda just rambled a bit, and didn't talk about anything important, but whatever. I needed to write something! Also, I definitely only added that mirror pic because the showroom is amazing, and it made my tattoos look thebomb.com. Yeah, okay. I'm going to stop now.

TOP: ZARA

PANTS: ARITZIA

SHOES: NIKE

SOCKS: & OTHER STORIES

BAG: MARNI

SUNGLASSES: FRANCESSCA'S

Ciao,

Zoey Leigh