I'm in Milan.
The Duomo has got a definite Christo wrapping aesthetic,
what with those ongoing repairs to the facade.
Nice sloganeering there for the sake of us hordes of
English-speaking turista types.
Milano's couture ingenuity is still alive and well. Lookah
this awesome pomo riff where somebody scissored
a pair of cargo pants to pieces and then stitched those
zombie chunks of pocketing right onto those blue jeans.
