It might be because of that deep masochism of mine. Because half of the people behind the stalls of Fruit, the Independent publishers’ fair at Palazzo Re Enzo, act just like the stereotypical hipsters: wearing that impeccably assembled vintage outfits and fake-carelessly showing off that perfect haircuts (or mustache), they look at you with genuine disgust and ask … More Fruit. It’s hipster-land and I love it!
Hurray! The openings season is back! That is, to me. See, when I was living in Milan it was just my weekly routine to be invited as a journalist to these things pompously known as “events”, that I’d rather label so-called-events. From art galleries to socks collections, from ridiculous designer’s clothing to the launch of … More From paria to RSVP. Or how I became a flaneur.