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.

This Thursday's Popstarz @ Santa Tecla

THIS THURSDAY WE'LL BE DOING BARBIE-TURATES.

DRESS ALL BARBIE & KEN, HAVE SOME SURGERY AND BLOW YOUR HEADS UP.

SEE YOU THERE, FOR INFO CLICK HERE!

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!!!

Norwegian Future Business Leaders - Christmas Dinner

What you see here is the fabulous economics professor of yesteryears. And where is he?

I think you'll have to find out after the jump (unless you managed to read the headline, that is).

JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

Moods of Norway - Winter.

After a quick visit to Norway, I just thought I'd share some random pictures with you. Because we all need a little zen now and then.

Merry Christmas, or whatever.

Halloween - THRILLER! @ SPAZIO MEDINA

Most people were elsewhere this night. But that's probably because "most people" refers to boring people who were not in Milan this Halloween. Forget New York, forget Hollywood. Halloween has conquered Milan, and Milan has conquered Halloween!

A real treat... after the JUMP!

LA STRYXIA and her HALO.

At Plastic, you simply cannot avoid seeing the fabulous La Stryxia if you enter the House of Bordello (and you definitively should if you're there). My lens was a little bit foggy, but sometimes that's just what you need...

...to realize that...

...Jesus just came back!

Glitter Castigo

Glitter. Castigo.

How can one combine such a 'glittery' word with such a harsh one?

Where smoking is 'allowed' in bathrooms, drinks flow like rivers, and people stop being people.

Well, if you're into some hardcore glittery fun, then your Saturday night wish has been fulfilled.

Glitter Castigo, for all of you that need a good spanking.

It's amazing how this place, close to Loreto or whatever... the address is Via Tajani 11, manages to fill up. In our opinion, if something exists in a road that contain the letter "J" in its name, it has to be 'in culo alla Luna', which means 'f*cking far away in Italian'. But still. Still. Still it manages to fill up.

One of the DJ's are the same as in Atomic, which was basically our incentive to go there. They just know how to bring back the 90's in a way that makes us feel as if we actually experienced it. Go Aristopunk. And go, go, go to that other guy (DJ 412 this evening) as well. ;)

Fabrizio at the door, the most adorable man with a beard that walked this planet, will surely get you right in the mood to dance and have fun and all that jazz (or britpop or whatever).

Ennnnnjoy!

Packed.

I'm in Wonderland.

Or am I in Jamaica?

No, I'm back in the 90's.

Take a deep breath.

It's allright to be naked...

...and to tattoo your back.

It's even cool to pick your nose...

...and to drink...

...and stick your tongue out...

...and touch your face...

...or touch someone else!

Sad puppy.

Drunk puppy.

Happy puppies.

Notice the smokers...

...not the 'no smoking' sign.

You see, it's not just about YOUR outfit, but about your friend's outfit as well. One is too little. Three is too much. Two is just fabulous!

Is that a ghost?

You know you've been to Glitter when you've seen... this thing, whatever it is.