† Day 1 †
It goes exactly like this:
[dropcap size=small]Y[/dropcap]ou wake up and it’s sunny outside, September days are marvelous, and guess what happens if you’re in Milan, you’re 21 and you’re covering Milan Fashion Week?
You cannot believe it.
Is it really happening? Yes, K, it is real.
After a quick breakfast, an A+ coffee and putting some make-up on (with a huge “what-am-I-wearing-today?” drama), I’m finally ready to take off to Gucci’s Fashion Show. Dreaming about the new Collection and the after-show party, where “La Crème de la Crème” meets, I’m on my way to jump on the first train from Milano Bovisa (grey and uncool) to Milano Porta Venezia (sunny and glamorous).
The trains are full of kids like me with their cameras and their big smiles, ready for the long day.
I am super nervous and my outfit isn’t that cool compared to Fashionista’s ones, but it’s amazing being here, working for my dream.
Outside, in Porta Venezia, the air is bubbly, so much going on: beautiful outfits, stunning girls, fashion icons and me.
My soul is expanded in the air. My eyes are my camera and I have little time to think. Here Ii am, walking in a cloud, taking pictures of my heroes.
Pray for me,