I Look For Friends Who Make Me

The Idea Of Seeing Everybody Clad The Same Is Not Really My Cup Of Tea

We All Look For Lost Time.

In Italy, The Milanese Are Well Organized But Follow Bourgeois Taste. They Adhere To Certain Codes Of Elegance, But Not To Individualism.

The Notion Of Time Bothers Me. You Look At Thirty-year-old Photographs And Realize How The Time Has Passed.

I Look For Friends Who Make Me Laugh.