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Sophia Runs


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As you can see, I am obsessed with photographing architecture when I'm travelling and squeezing as much sightseeing into one day as possible. Thank you again Stedentrips for this amazing opportunity! Milan had so many beautiful buildings mixed in with a healthy dose of graffiti that had me overusing my camera at every possible moment. I wish I could have documented more of my shopping and dining experiences but as it was all very rushed I allowed myself to savour those moments instead. I do have some remaining tasty tips for you.

My eyes are perpetually larger than my stomach and at Ristorante Giannino I was slightly disappointed by the portion size. However, even though I ordered a pasta dish and received a miniature portion, about the size of half my hand, I decided to eat slower, a notion that is completely foreign to me. I try to shove a morsel of every ingredient into my mouth simultaneously so that I can taste everything. In this case I decided to savour every God damn bite (it was amazing) and I left with a sense of culinary achievement.

Earlier in the day while oogling more clothing than is probably healthy, I came across a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti heels that were so painful to even look at because of the intense arch that I was adamant that no one would ever buy these. Milan of course teaches you that you are wrong about almost any assumptions you have regarding fashion and the idea of comfort is completely irrelevant here. I can already picture Anna Dello Russo looking up the word "comfort" in a dictionary.

So after dinner Anouk and I  wandered a little further down the road and visited a bar called QOR to enjoy some cocktails and Edamame and it was exactly that pair of shoes that greeted me at the entrance, worn by an elderly woman. So yes, I will never assume anything ever again because, as I was taught as a 12 year old living in America, to assume makes an ass out of you and me (but mostly out of me).

The night ended with us falling face first into our beds in the Hotel Felice Casati at the end of our night. The extensive breakfast, the soft beds and all the extra bathroom treats mean I will definitely stay there next time when I visit again with Alasdair. All the soft pillows in the world could not have made up for my two nights of almost no sleep though. I almost missed my flight because I dozed off at the airport (most likely with my mouth wide open).

My final, random tip...while sitting on the bus next to an elderly gentleman, both of us travelling from the airport to the city cente, he told me not to miss the gelateria next to the train station that has actually been there since the 1930s. Of course I had to try it when arriving at the station for my journey back home and oh my God is the gelato amazing. So excuse my rambling, there was just so much to tell and yes, I'll stop now.

Ristorante Giannino: Via Vittor Pisani, 6, 20124 Milan

QOR: Via Elba, 30, 20144 Milan

Gelati Sartori: Piazza Luigi di Savoia 1, 20124 Milan

Ciao Milano


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This is part one of my one day and first ever trip to Milan, thanks to Stedentrips, which was spent cramming in as many activities (aside from Fashion Week) into the limited time slot as humanly possible. The city felt like an Italian version of Berlin, warmer but with as much graffiti and a similar, random architectural mix of modern and old buildings. After having ruined the heel caps of my pumps thanks to the gravel in front of Fendi and me frantically running after Miroslava Duma to get a streetstyle snap, Anouk and I went back to the hotel to make the obligatory Fashion Week costume change and then head to Corso Como, a street we had both been dying to visit to check out the shops and the Corso Como Garden Café.

I can't even begin to tell you how utterly amazing the 10 Corso Como concept store is. If those Comme des Garçons coats, the Celine totes lurking in the background or the theatrical lamps haven't caused a fainting spell yet then there is something wrong with you. This is where I stumbled across and subsequently flung myself on the Nicholas Kirkwood black Picasso loafers worn above that I had given up on ever finding. Yes, I put them on immediately after buying them (I have worn them for one week straight). The entire store is more an art gallery featuring an eclectic mix of design, art and fashion. In fact it is intended to emulate a virtual narrative of a magazine layout.

As the hunger pangs set in, we tore ourselves away and went next door to Pizza di Porta Garibaldi to eat a delicious light lunch of bruschetta drizzled with olive oil accompanied by a small carafe of extremely deserved white wine. Afterwards we wanted to pillage, but instead just visited most of the stores on Corso Como. If you are ever in Milan, put Anteprima, an Italian label as well as Boule de Neige on your list in capital letters, a shop that sells a perfectly curated selection of designers including Issey Miyake.

Once we get started, Anouk and I are seriously on a roll. We decided to literally visit every last street to the point that even in flats, my feet were on fire. We of course visited the Galleria Vittorio Emmanuel II, the covered arcade featuring an intricate stained glass ceiling (more of that to come in the next post) that houses upscale shops, an endless sea of people and beautiful cafés. I haven't done such hardcore sightseeing since my honeymoon and I've only just described the first half of the day. More to come soon!

I was wearing a jumper from Pixie Market, trousers by McQ, Nicholas Kirkwood loafers and a Pucci bag. (Thank you Anouk for taking the photos!)

The gems I spoke about are located here:

10 Corso Como: Corso Como, 10, 20154 Milan, Italy

Boule de Neige: Corso Como, 3,  20154 Milan, Italy

Anteprima: Corso Como, 9, 20154 Milan, Italy

Pizza di Porta Garibaldi: Corso Como, 6, 20154 Milan, Italy

Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II: 20100 Milan (next to the Duomo)

In Front of Fendi


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After attending the Frankie Morello show (of which I was not able to take any photos - the amount of cell phones placed right in front of my face, just over my head and next to my ears meant my senses were pretty much out of service, pun not intended), Anouk and I hobbled to the next taxi that dropped us off just outside the Fendi show. That akward feeling that crept up on me at Frankie Morella was multiplied by about a thousand once I saw the mass of models, celebrities and photographers milling outside the main entrance.

My camera did allow me to hide 65% of my moony face, which automatically made me feel a lot of more at ease. Please understand, I have no problem with my looks but I am also not confident enough to hurl myself into a group of individuals such as the ones I spoke about in my post here and think "hey, this is where I belong, I definitely fit in". I'm rather that person that accidentlly snorts when they laugh or has food stuck in their hair.

But, for anyone that appreciates an inspirational outfit, Milan Fashion Week will leave you with various bugs trying to fly into your permanently open mouth. The attendees master that perfect balance between eclectic, chic, innovative and couture, something that you don't really see in Berlin and something that I don't really believe exists in such a way in London. Then again, each Fashion Week, may it be New York, London, Milan, Paris, Berlin or Stockholm, offers its own, unique mix of diverse but regionally influenced style that is impossible to copy.

What you're looking at:

  1. Elisa Nalin: one of the few well known women that was laughing and smiling and bringing an air of lightheartedness to an event that feels like everything but.
  2. An explosion of colour and tan skin
  3. I have no idea who she is but she is incredibly beautiful and her Fendi outfit a dream.
  4. Legs that go on forever, also knows as the incredible Maria Kolosova, editor of Harper's Bazaar and blogger of Kyklamasha. Anouk interviewed her for CofD previously. Read it here!
  5. Our conversaiton started something like this, me: "May I take your picture? Are you from Germany? I thought I heard you speaking German...", them: "Ahhh! How exciting yes we are! We are the editors of InStyle! Where are you from?" And then we exchanged friendship bracelets and hugged it out. Just kidding about that last part. It was a close call though.
  6. Linda Tol, the blonder half of the Dutch duo behind Lifestylehunters.
  7. I find the small, surprising detail of the scuffed boots makes this outfit so spectacular, not to mention that beautiful bag.
  8. The pyjama trend, finally making it acceptable to fall asleep in public. This should have been trendy back when I was in university. Maybe keep those bunny printed, fleece onesies safely tucked away in your bedroom though becaue I'm pretty sure that they won't fall under the "acceptable" category. 
  9. Ivelina, I, and the frumpy, rolled up jumper that makes me look like I'm smuggling the contents of a small supermarket underneath...I've decided to crop that badboy and allude to the fact that I do atually have somewhat of a waistline. (These two photos are by FriChic, edited by me)

I am wearing a J.W. Anderson jumper, an Asos skirt, an Anton Heunis necklace, a Moxham bracelet, a Celine bag and Christian Louboutin pumps

Liftoff: Milan Fashion Week


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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,  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!