Jil Sander, A Visit To The Hospital & Death Disco

Natasha and I donned our glad rags for the 10am Jill Sander show for Milan Fashion Week - me with my rather bright cococabaña 80s lippy, (very fitting for the show) and Natasha in her S&M rubber American Apparel leggings. The show was deliciously ice creamesque- comparable to a perfect Mr. Whippy topped with the sickly sweet effervescent sauce.

Lots of bright ‘neon’ oranges, pinks and greens, muted by intermissions of chiffon layering which decorated the sterile white surround like a highlighter pen sweeping gracefully across a pristine white page - dramatic and bold. The ‘fashionistas’ were out in force, sporting demure expressions as they watched the surly-faced clothes hangers glide along the runway- their plain-Jane faces lit-up by the extraordinarily bright colours.

After schmoozing briefly with a few of Natasha designer friends, we headed towards the hospital for Natasha’s mole appointment- yes her mole appointment. We were once again in the presence of sterile whitewashed walls this time though they were authentic- the surgery kind. Natasha’s moles were the centre of attention not Raf Simons’ creations.

Home was next on the agenda for a much-needed coffee before heading out again where Natasha was DJing at the 11 Store in Milan. Rather pretentious and sour faced shop assistants who took the term ‘my territory’ to a new level greeted us.

They seemed threatened by our brief interlude within their lair. But, after a couple of good tracks including our track of the day Yazoo’s Don’t go, Kim Wilde’s You Keep Me Hanging On, Sex Pistols’ God Save the Queen and a bit of the Cribs coupled with plenty of Spumante, we managed to knock their glaring eyes to concentrating more on moving their ridged arses to the beat of The Sultan’s of Ping’s ‘Where’s me Jumper?

Out again at 12am. Natasha was DJing- this time at her weekly indie club night DEATH DISCO MILAN. We danced. We drank. We smoked (outside) we talked. I talked to two Swiss brothers. They looked good. Home at 3. Asleep by 3.15am.

Cheerio,

Amelia X