When I’m in Milano for work, I’m a bit more fearless when it comes to my style. Think oversize silk blouses and a slouchy pair of menswear trousers in completely mis-matched prints. I cannot wait for another Milan Fashion Week. I’m so inspired by the city’s daring love for high fashion. The women ooze a certain confidence, and it’s expressed in what they wear. For example, no matter your age or style, Milano women will slip into a pair of stilettos just to head to a casual lunch. Italians enjoy the finer things in life, like a beautiful hand-made Italian shoe, and I appreciate every single bit of it. Here I am by the Duomo in what feels much like the heart of Milan. It’s a place to people watch, window shop, and take licks of gelato and endless splurges of spaghetti. I am currently spending my Saturday looking at my calendar and planning February. I already know it’s going to feel like the longest month of the year. Between fashion weeks and other projects, the team and I will be hopping from city to city just about every week: LA, NYC, Colorado, Milan, Ohio, Paris. Time to whip out my suitcase yet again. Packing is going to be absolutely insane. As for March, I’m looking forward to hanging out a ton in a bikini. I’ll be escaping to Central America, where all there is on the horizon are sandy beaches, Coronas, and sunshine. Time to breathe get through February first!
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