How happy was I when the most darling Edoardo gave me his invite to go see Enrico Coveri this last Milan Fashion Week.
To be honest, the show was kind of Las-Vegas-meets-Russian-high-class-brothel, that is, style-wise. But it was very entertaining, they even had rappers and the runway was sprinkled in gold dust. Gold dust!
I even had good seats, I was there on time, I even took a f*ck*ng taxi to get there. Perfect, right?
Well, if you look at the photos, you'll notice that they're not exactly the usual quality. That's because I forgot my battery at home. Yes, at home.
Oh well, there will always be a next fashion week. People will always need new clothes.