This week's posting rate can only be likened only to something of a snail, I know, and I apologise for that. Milan Fashion Week could not be any more here and I have been preparing for my trip, which is all thanks to stedentrips.nl, that is beginning at promptly 6 PM today. I will only be wobbling about Milan for a day and half to be precise and have concocted, (I say concocted because they are somewhat of a questionable potion) three rather colourful, gender-confusing and very-me outfits to present myself in. To tide you over to Sunday, when things will really start to get interesting, are some Instagram snaps of Scotland, babies that are in fact shoes, cupcakes and other things visually delicious. Instagram is something akin to Superman, his digital version, helping you out in your time of need. So here I am, giddy as a little schoolgirl with my camera fully charged and my opverpacked suitcase ready to be schlepped up numerous stairways on my to the airport and hotel (I will be staying at the Hotel Felice Casati).
Anouk, the organisational mastermind that she is, has already sent me a page-long schedule, the hightlights of this being the Frankie Morello and Philipp Plein shows and afterparties that I am sure I will look perfectly out of place in. I will be Instagramming, Tweeting and Facebooking the hell out of MFW so make sure to check up on my Italian circus updates. It will almost be like I packed you into my suitcase and brought you with me.
Ciao and see you in Milano!