Fashion Week
MAYS LIEFSTE MILAAN MEMORY
It is Milan Fashion Week, so Simone and I have blown away to one of my favorite cities. We are sleeping at the Diana Majestic, my all-time favorite where all the fashion people gather to drink cocktails or indulge in the lavish buffet.
From my little bed, I hear the taxis driving over the Viale Piave that will soon turn left onto the Corso Venezia. Suddenly, I'm there again. Four years ago during fashion week in September. I felt a bit queasy. A little nauseous, a hint of shaky. It couldn't be the food. I was in Milan after all. At an appointment with Tod’s, I opened my agenda. Suddenly I saw that at the beginning of the week there was an ‘M’. That was my discreet way of reminding myself that I would get my period that day. ‘M’ for menstruation, you know. And then, then a little bell started ringing very cautiously.
“Vuoi passara questo pharmacia, Andrea?” Or if my handsome driver who took me from show to appointment wanted to drive by the pharmacy. I had to pick something up. Andrea was waiting at the door (on the Corso Venezia, around the corner from where I am now) and I tucked away what I had bought very well and deep in my bag.
’In the evening in my hotel room I couldn't wait. This was my moment. Pee, stick, and wait five minutes. Which actually took an hour. I tried to call my love but he didn't pick up. And again not. Because I was extremely hungry (that's what you get, you know) I went to a restaurant anyway. In the garden of Croso Como 10, I ordered something that stayed far away from red meat and I exchanged my beloved glass for a Crodino. Phone on the table, on loud and clear mode.
When the phone rang, I whispered my message to my love as clearly as possible. In a soft tone, because you never know who might be listening and this was going to be our secret for the time being. But when the waiter placed my non-alcoholic drink down and ‘someone’ heard very loudly ‘Really???’ blaring through the phone, it was completely clear to him. That evening, I was treated like a queen. And nine months later, my dearest Igoné was born...
