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Saturday night I walked to town to check out the nightlife, and I think it has potential for this summer! Once the season officially begins in two weeks, the whole place will be packed with young party animals. I decided that one of my goals for the summer would be to go skinny dipping in the Mediterranean after a drunken night of partying at a beach side nightclub. The only downside of the whole going into town thing is that I have to walk back home… uphill… for 20 minutes. Hence the great view lol.
In Milan yesterday, I finished doing my essential purchases to live the dolce vita : slim leg linen pants, a straw hat and another short-short bathing suit (what is standard gay boy attire in Montreal is just the norm here, love it). Then I went to collapse in the park to people watch… ahem watch the topless soccer players…
This is a pic of my idea of quintessential Milanese style, but not in summer obviously. The shocking thing is that you actually see guys like this everywhere.
Style her is sooo different from Montreal, it is much more elegant and somehow simpler. I now understand what sets apart style in Milan from style in Montreal, or even in America: they have no hipsters. And the ones that you would think are somewhat hipstery, are actually just designer clad fashionistas. But the main difference is that THEY ARE NOT DIRTY LOOKING!!!!! I was shocked. You know how I love to look trashy sometimes, how looking homeless is a pretty normal thing in Montreal, well not here. In Milan, it’s all about the tailored pant/not too skinny jean with a beautifully fitted dress shirt (often with a monogram) that is tucked in, or a nice polo, with an elegant belt (no giant D&G belt buckles here, they love their woven nautical belts… I left mine at home. FML) and loafers (Tod’s, Prada or Gucci). They also all have amazing sunglasses, mostly Ray Ban’s (score, that’s all I have) or Persol, and obviously designer bags that don’t look too gay. If they wear shorts, its cuffed and fitted jean shorts (like my DIY ghetto Parasuco’s. Mouahaha), tailored shorts that come above the knee or these kinda harem-pant like shorts. I have to find myself a pair, probably at H&M.
Another key factor in the style here is that guys really take care of themselves, and I don’t mean just the gays. Their hair is always impeccable, no trashy over styled Mohawks, skin moisturized and glowing, beard either expertly shaved or trimmed properly (If they cant grow a proper beard, they don’t. I just hate these guys that look as if they threw some pubes on their face and decided they seemed manly.) and the eyebrows tweezed. It takes awhile to get used to the eyebrows, since some of them are obviously over tweezed, but it just proves that you can’t let these bad boys go wild.
Oh an on a final note, did anybody see SATC 2? I am dying to see if, I just have to find a theater that plays it in English.
Anyways I am now in Milan for three months! I am here living with a family as an English tutor, but I am basically just a bonified manny which isn’t a bad thing. They live in a very nice house just outside of Milan and right next to a subway stop so it takes 20 minutes to get downtown. I have my own room and bathroom in the basement, so I don’t have to worry about disturbing anybody. I also get a bike, a phone and occasionally get to drive the Mercedes. Not to shabby eh? Also plenty of espresso, Parmigiano reggiano, home cooked Italian food, wine and gelato. What else could I possibly need? Well actually wifi within the house would be a lovely thing… but Ill just have to content myself with sitting on the sun soaked terrace and steal one of the neighbors signal.
The two eldest daughters are 17 and 19, so I will be able to infiltrate their circles and hopefully find some yummy Italian within. Mmmmm. The parents went to the seaside house in Arenzano (they also have vacation homes in Cannes, Sardinia and Switzerland!) with Nico, the adorable 5 year old I take care of, so I stayed in Milan with Ludo and Isotta. From what I can gather these two like to party… I am crossing my fingers that it isn’t all talk!
On Satuday I went to Milan alone to do touristy things, such as the Duomo. What impressed me the most was the fact that you could actually go on the roof of the 700 year old cathedral! Not only was the view amazing, but getting up close and personal with all the architectural detail does not happen often! I then spent the rest of my day lounging in a park enjoying the.. ahem.. sights ;)
On my way back home I missed my bus, and since it was a saturday I had to wait an hour for the next one, but this guy that I had seen on the bus in the morning was waiting next to me rolling a huge spliff. Of course he happened to share it with me and that is how I made my first friend lol. At home, the girls and I prepared an elaborate Aperitivo in lieu of going out for dinner.Think beef carpaccio with lemon and parmesan (the best I ever had), Bresaola (dry cured beef) with fresh ricotta and of course, champagne. And surprise surprise.. the girls also seem to enjoy a little Moroccan gum if you know what I mean. Afterwards, we drove into Milano to witness the crazyness that resulted after Inter Milan won the championships. Think the Habs winning the Stanley cup, it was ridiculous! We went to San Genoa, which I guess can be compared to the Plateau. It has adorable little canals and is packed with restaurants and bars. I have to say, Italians know how to mix a strong drink!
On sunday, we all nursed our hangovers by sleeping until 1 then spent the entire afternoon tanning. It was great. Then we went to meet up with their dad and his surgically enhanced fiancé at the Palazzo Reale to see an exhibit on Egon Schiele and other Viennese Secession artists. It was one of the best art exhibits I have ever seen, and I have been to many a museum in my day. Not only was the subject interesting, but the exhibit provided all the information you could possibly want to know, aka historical context, the artist's eccentricities and symbolic interpretation.
We had dinner at Obika, a Mozzarella Bar on the 7th floor of a department store that could be described as Holt Renfrew on crack. I only walked across the first floor but EVERY male employee looks like Casanova, I don't understand why they don't put this as a tourist destination in itself! We ate on the terrace, which is the most fabulous terrace you can imagine. Huge, full of BEAUTIFUL people, and literally across from the Duomo. I had actually seen it on Saturday and wished I could go there!
I will try to update this at least once a week.. expect me to talk about the AMAZING style here and of course, the yummy italians :)
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