by lefever on September 12, 2010
Have you had an indelible experience ever, from any religious art?
Millan was industrial gray and it was cold; it was winter and the trees had shed their leaves – the electric trains spat crackle through the night air with each passing, reminding one of Milan’s modern life: Modernity, Modern Life.
This was not what I expected from Italia’s center for design and couture. More apocalyptic in my mind, a dirty city, not unlike the Los Angeles I had flown from just half a day ago. This was my first impression on the night I arrived. It is fair to say I could have been unjust from being travel weary and carrying naive expectations toward seeing the romantic Italy created by Hollywood slight of hand.
Although I came here to find a specific girl, a high-school flame, it was a different encounter that would change me. In Milan, something would happen that would change my future. It happened in Milan. It happened in …