I don't know who you are, but you smell nice.

I don't even remember when this was, but I'm sure it was somewhere in Via Bellezza on my way to Camikaze's. I mean, there's not much else to write. The nose kind of speaks for itself.

Oh, shit! Battery?

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.

BABY, BABY, BABY!

Once upon a time, there were two Norwegian boys, two Swedish girls, a Lithuanian Scarlett Johansson, an Italian Stallion and a Latin Lover... and somehow they all ended up at Steffen's place that very Sunday ages and ages ago.

What happened after was fabulous, marvellous and wonderful indeed. In fact, it all happened after... well, that is not completely true, because there was an amazing pre-drinking party somewhere in Loreto, where the only thing above us were the skies (and the only thing below us were the grumpy neighbours).

Also involved was Mr. Whiskey, Mr. Vodka and in general any substance containing a minimum of alcohol. There was also Mr. Tobacco and Mr. Calm Down You Guys (played by various neighboors, doormen and DJs (and somewhere along the way there must have been a taxi driver as well)). Luckily, Mr. Policeman never showed up... too bad, he would have had a lot of fun.

What you see here are SHOES. Normally you find them on the floor. Well, not in this case.

After some negotiation, we were suddenly seven people in my house. And I don't know whether that's a lucky number or not... and considering I fell asleep I can't even tell whether someone got lucky.

All I know is that when we all went home, it was 16:00 Central European Time, and the party had lasted for 20 hours. We had our breakfast with fresh McDonald's food, cigarettes and French Electronica. Under the Arch of Porta Romana.

Because that's how we roll.

Now, we think you'll need a soundtrack to imagine the scene...

If you wanna see where it all started and how it all ended, JUMP!!!

Rouge @ Red Lounge

Red. Simply Red.

The colour of love, the colour of blood and a wide selection of drinks. Which is what brings us to this wonderful, wonderful place. Every now and then we tire of designer white walls and blue lights. And when a little colour comes knocking on the door, we are more than happy to join the party.

Potent DJs, great drinks and our favourite Gasoline Crew is trying out a new concept. And to be quite honest — we like.

A closer look at what's inside the most fashionable red light district we have yet to come across in this city... after the JUMP!!!

BUKKAKE RIOT! @ Punto G (Gasoline)

As terribly nasty as the name sounds, and as awful the story behind it is, the Bukkake Riot feat. TILT! was a delicious success. Whipped cream and condensed milk! Amazing for those who skipped dessert. Or dinner for that matter.
Watch the results of Camikaze's Bukkake destruction by Japi, Ale, and Stella after the JUMP!

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LA STRYXIA's BIRTHDAY @ PLASTIC

Once every year or so, Milan's most famed club, PLASTIC gets filled up quicker than Noah's ark. And as every good animal that gotten on that boat, every good citizen of nightlife has to attend PLASTIC. The reason? Stryxia's Birthday.
Forget Christmas, that was so last year.
Now, its Stryxia time. Competitors and fans from all of Italy that have tasted Plastic's marvels have a chance at hitting the stage and imitating la Stryxia.
Take a look to see this years winners...

... after the...

... JUMP!!!

THE BLISTERS BOYZ- 747 to Paris @ Plastic

As you all might have figured, they are our favourite band. And we advice all of you to check out their block rockin' beats — HERE!

For the first ever concert, the Blisters Boyz were booked at Plastic, Milan's oldest and chic-est nightlub. As part of the 747 Project, this night was dedicated to Paris. We definitively felt the decadence (until Jack Daniel's started playing some kind of bohemian rhapsody in our heads).

And remember - BE SEXY C'EST FRANCAIS!!!

This video might be slightly embarrasing for our dear Casanova... please notice how his accent changes after several hours of "hard work"...

And take a look at the rest AFTER THE JUMP!!!

Crack is Wack...?

Or simply fashion?

Spotted in Via Torino.

The World's Best Band.

Once again the poster changes, and the next emerging stars are displayed to the Milanese people.

I Want to be Plastic.

Plastic.

If you are in Milan for the weekend, you CANNOT miss this crazy House of Serious Fun.

And for all of you that live in Milan and have not had a taste (or lick) of this hardcore club, do so immediately.

Or else, you will live in regret for the rest of your lives.

A couple of warnings:

1. Strict Door Selection

2. Hot and Sweaty... totally sexy in our world.

3. You may overdose on fun.

I'll be completely honest here, writing this blog post is ridiculously hard. There are a million things to say about Plastic, but when it comes to explaining... you're left speechless.

Plastic is all of Milan for us. When we're back from travelling, we simply have to go to Plastic to feel at home again.

So just get off your chair, stop eating, and check out Plastic.

Do yourself a favour. Really.

GO!

The House of Fabulous Wonders.

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Check out the Shoes.

Totally Glam.

Beth Ditto.

Amazing Music.

Amazing Drinks.

Amazing People.

Amazing Photos.

Note: Guy in Blue on the Left.

and Amazing Crowd.

Legs.

Everything is perfect. Like a Movie.

Fabulous!

Note: Warning #1

Note: Warning # 2

Note: Warning # 3

To end this series of glamorous pictures, we have to send a huge cyber kiss to Luca. The Doorman with the COOLEST jackets in all of Milano.