Venice, Italy

Stairs into the water, my favorite part of the canals. 

Paris

STOP 

You are now entering the empire of the dead

Photos by: Anne Kitchens & Kennedy Diaz

Reporting da Italia

If you haven't caught on yet, I have been living in and writing from Italy for a bit over a month now.

I was staying in Rome and have been traveling to places within and outside of Italy. Florence keeps calling my name and I have also visited Germany, Prague, Venice, and the Liguria coast.

This is a great place to become exposed to a new set of styles, to gain a genuine perspective on European fashion, and to discover small ways in which I can become a little closer to the model-esq vibe that Italian women carry and further from the thrift scrounging disheveled but adorable look that I often rock. 

More over for the second half of my stay I am living in a mountain suburb of Milan, the fashion capital of Italy and sometimes the fashion capital of ze world muhaha.

More than illuminating my knowledge of clothes I am here to explore and discover some other elements of culture aside from what lays a top the skin.

That being said I haven't been on the computer much and the access to WiFi (pronounced wee-fee here) is limited.

I am doing my best at updating this blog while trying to keep a distance from any ropes that may tie me up and make me unavailable to fully enjoy Italy.

Ciao

Oktoberfest

Via Del Corso

For any one in the world who cares about clothes in any degree should, shall, must walk Via Del Corso, Roma. 

Get off the underground at Piazza Del Popolo and you are greeted by the twin churches as well as Basilica Santa Maria del Popolo. You will think to your self "ahhh another Instagramable piazza" to your surprise the streets tucked behind the twin churches aren't filled with cheap vendors or men who "compro oro". Past Piazza Del Popolo you will find the most closet enriching street in Italy. 

It is not like Via Condotti where one will find mockably expensive clothes and brands that fill music videos of rap stars. Instead you'll see a classy mix of fashion forward Italian designers and a handful of high[er] class European chain retail stores. There is undoubtably a sprinkling of Nike and Versace but the majority of shops were unique to men and women who have to remember to breathe upon entering.

Not bringing my credit card with me was single handily the best and worst decision I have ever made. Until today I truly could not materialize (pun SO intended) the horrors of what it meant for a choice to be bittersweet. 

The street itself wasn't the most breath taking architecturally in comparison to other areas in Rome but the contents of the buildings held much more importance. Even shops I usually don't go into, like Zara, were filled with killer styles. 

The small streets to the left of Via Del Corso lead you into the depths of "historical center", Piazza di Spagna, and credit card debit. These stores hold equal awe-value but pull away from the accessibility that made Via Del Corso so remarkable for me. 

Here's some photographic justification for the tears that were welting behind my glasses as I floated down the street

under the banner of heaven