Italian breakfast is the least exciting meal of the day: a couple of biscuits dipped in a small cup of espresso from an old moka machine. That’s exactly the amount of energy you need to get out of the house …
I remember the first time I went to Milan I really didn’t get it. It was too big, too grey and too Nordic while being Italian.
Ever since, every time I went back I realized that my liking was increased …
When you are in your late late twenties, your closest girlfriends are living completely different lives in completely different places; it’s difficult to meet up. We decided that it was time to make it a spontaneous visit; we sat on …