Honey am home, and back into my most basic (but best) basics. And though I have never been one for midriff flashing, lately I have found that the best way to update a simple button down is to tie it up.
Coming out of hiding and heading straight for the spotlight (or, you know, my balcony) to soak in a little Milanese sun and share a few sunny MAX&Co stripes with you all.
As always, it’s been too long since my last visit, though for once I have an excuse besides travel: our every growing podcast(which I do hope you have found the time to tune into), has taken over all of my creative brain juices. All for a good cause, but time to get back on the world wide web bandwagon.
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker (or as 2017 would have it, the fishmonger, the grocer and the cold press juice maker) have all welcomed my homecoming to Chelsea Green with open arms. Or perhaps, have only batted an eyelid or two as I fall back into the routine of brazenly claiming their storefronts as a scenic prop to better show off my latest acquisitions.
This is the one that is being written with my computer precariously balanced on an overpacked suitcase, sandwiched in between a gargantuan McDonalds (total blasphemy when in Rome—sorry, Milan says geotag), and late boarding at Malpensa airport, so you will have to excuse brevity (/total lack of sense).
Milan really did feel like it was trying to cruise right past me. Perhaps my schedule wasn’t as packed as NY or London, but the city was new to me, so I had some hard driving to do if I was to keep up with the wacky racing fashion set. Fortunately, I had just the shoes for the job. They see me rollin, etc…
The week started as carb-full as it ended. There was rigatoni and gnocchi, garganelli and spaghetti—sprinkled with parmesan a plenty. And let’s not forget the ravioli… Also accompanying most high fashion courses: a large dollop of your preferred Swarovski crystals, served just the way you like. Covering every inch of the clothing as spotted while nosing around backstage at Vivetta, where a bright red pant suit made me stop right in my tracks! Or shimmering ever so slightly, just here and there, as demonstrated by Arthur Arbesser.
Meanwhile, the millennials clearly have been living on the Atkins diet since birth, if the Dolce show is anything to go by. Obvi carbs are more important to me than oxygen (I actually cried of happiness when my allergy test confirmed that I have zero issues with gluten), so no hard feelings at not having been asked. I’ll take running to get pizza over prancing down the runway Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and yup, even D&G Sunday—which coincidentally was the message spelled out by the rainbow finale at Alberta Ferretti. Coincidence? I think not.
I would go on, but my gate is boarding, and I still have a few snacks for the plane to buy. Touchdown in Paris.
Carb-fully yours, Cam.
Coat: Rejina Pyo (this one cool too) || Shoes: J. W. Anderson || Clutch: Loewe || Necklace: Alighieri || Shirt: Jil Sander --- Pics via Tagwalk.In partnership with the Swarovski Collective — Final stop, Paris!
Never not on the hunt for a new go-with-everything white button up. And a new brunch spot. Or three. So spent a flash day in Paris taking Karen Millen‘s new white shirt line on a tour of all my favourite spots around the city. Read all about it here.