Goodbye Milan.

There goes my trip to Milan. I’m sooo fucking gullible.

I’m supposed to go to Milan, Italy this Friday for a splurging trip of a lifetime yet I got persuaded by some sick Swedish kid (ok, not really a kid, he’s like 6-foot-whatever-giant) to hang out in Copenhagen.

Oh I don’t know.

I’m scared… and excited at the same time.

Why am I doing this?

Why have I chosen to meet some Swedish kid instead of hitting Via Montenapoleone, Via della Spiga, Via Sant Andrea, Via Manzoni, Via Borgospesso and Via Santo Spirito?

All it took was a couple of hours of talk and this guy (who has the same Chanel sunglasses as I do), changed my mind about Milan.

Why oh why oh why?

I’m crazy. That’s why.

I went to NK, this Swedish department store today and took a look at Hermes. I ended up buying a nice bracelet (this color is very rare).

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Copenhagen, here I come!

Baboosh!