Off we hop on a plane again, for a weekend of debauchery (as if we hadn’t any enough lately) in Milan, a pre-birthday gift of BF and a reunion with our lovely friends from Brazil (you met them earlier this year). The schedule is appropriately Jet-Set tight, the suitcase crammed with uncle Karl’s designs (to avoid dress-malfunction like the last time I saw our fashionable friends), the table at Ceresio7 (run by Dsquared) is booked and the champagne at the Armani Privé Club waiting for us.
No time to stroll the city for shopping really, although huge damage can be done in very little time, I’m an expert! When my friend Paola asked if I'd been to Corso Como though, I had to shake my head in denial ('Oh no you missed it all!').
My lovely friend! I had Pizza, I had Pasta, I had Prada, I had Champagne, I had my friends, I had THE MOST AMAZING TIME! What could count more?
Oh! And there is that fabulous pair of mink manufactured sandals that I befriended too and had to import. But that’s for another High Heel post and that story shall be told next time.
Today’s shoes are Casadei