“If Louis was right, and you only get one great love, New York may just be mine. And I can’t have nobody talking shit about my boyfriend.” Carrie Bradshaw
I’ve been in a serious relationship with Milan for 13 years now. We met in 2001, when I was 21 and oh-so-fresh and ingenuous, and I can say this is a marriage that works!
For as long as I can remember, people have been saying: “Oh Milan? It’s just fashion, not a real beauty, nothing compared to Florence or Rome. A boring city where people work too much and that has no real night life.” Well, I can’t have nobody talking s***t about my own boyfriend, can I?
I’ve never been a fun of green. Well, except for emeralds, anyway. The only green thing you could spot on me were my eyes… until this spring.
I’ll admit it, I’m a pink girly girl. The blonde, I-could-wear-pink-every-day lady.
Much to the desperation of my little brother Nico (hi Nico! 🙂 ) I could collect pink bags in every shade under the sun and still say that I miss that “perfect pink” that just came out at Dior, Chanel or Tom Ford.
So what do you think happened when I saw these two?
Allow me to introduce you to a never-dying passion of mine: red.
Have you ever fallen in love at first sight?
Well, that is what you are looking at: fatal attraction between me and this red lace. Yet, as in every decent love story, there were obstacles. More than one.