Glamorous Trousers) | Hudson Mirar Ankle Boots | Massimo Dutti Top (similar options here, here, here and here) | Vintage Cardigan (similar here, here, here and here) | Vintage Bag (similar here, here and here)
This week, browsing through my archives, I hit upon some unpublished photos from Milan, so for a change I propose a short interlude between all the Spanish sights in my recent posts. Nonetheless, I can assure the hispanophiles amongst my followers that many more posts from Andalucía’s golden triangle (Granada, Seville and Cordoba) are patiently queuing for publication in my next posts.
The photos I dig up today were taken a couple of months ago on the last day of a trip to Milan. We spent the afternoon admiring the city’s many beautiful sights (including the Quadrilatero d’Oro: the designer district of Milan – see this and this instagram). Then, all of a sudden it dawned on us that we only had half an hour left before we were to take the metro back to the airport. We had planned to shoot another outfit, so we really had to make haste. In addition, the sun went down quickly. Nearly the whole city was already covered in those long shadows the Italians call the ombra della sera, which made it too dark to shoot. We figured that the only thing we could do was to try and find an avenue directed straight to the sunset. There we might catch the last golden sunrays before twilight turned into complete darkness. We started a race against the clock, with no clue at all where except that we were going for the sun. After a long march, we were fortunate to find a broad street, bathing in just enough light to shoot some photos in a hurry.
It was as if we had slipped into a Fellini-like film set illuminating the entire street and making the shadows infinitely thin and long. I had no time to check my outfit. Later, I was glad to see on the photos that in the ethereal light of that Milanese sunset there were barely any wrinkles visible in my blouse. I was wearing my leather-look trousers, the slight edginess of which was offset by the neutral tones of the rest of the outfit (soft pink and beige) and the softness of my (partly Alpaca) wool cardigan, a fine match for a casual but elegant look.
When the last daylight had disappeared we hurried to the metro station and, yes, we arrived at the airport just in time to watch our plane taxi away under a sardonic moon.
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