Hi, I’m in Milan
and I’m at an art fair which seems to have no need to exist.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and the women dress well and their hair looks good and they make walking in
heals seem effortless.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where the food is good but it isn’t THAT good but people keep talking about how
good the food is because they are in Italy and the food is supposed to always
be good.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and the language is beautiful and it sounds the way it is spelled and hearing
little children speak it is so melty to the heart.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where you realize that the art world is a big art-band-camp and everyone hangs
out in cliques and thinks that they are relevant and living lives of meaning.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where I forced someone to hug me because its easier to be nice then to be mean
and I thought maybe a hug would counter balance what a misogynist douche bag he
is.
Hi, I’m in Milan
were I’ve learned to say, grazie, prego, si, buano sera, bonjourno and that’s
about it.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and in an art fortress where I commiserate with my fellow dealers and drink
free warm beer to get through the last hour.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where things are cheaper then London and that’s just a very good feeling.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where men dress in suits and are fit and tan.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where men keep asking me if I’m Japanese and then I tell them I’m Korean and
then they nod their head as if they knew that the whole time.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where I repeat ‘Dolce & Gabanna’ in my head in a loop.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where I keep googling ‘vintage prada bag’ in the hopes that my being in Milan
will change the search results.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where they like yellow food because they used to put gold flakes in their food
for medicinal purposes.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and I drank champagne and ate strawberries while thinking about my dissertation
topic.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where the food markets are amazing and they had five types of artichokes and
buckets of strawberries and you realize that THIS is why Italy is known for
their love of food.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where I thought I was dying of cancer because my mouth and throat burned and my
eyes welled shut and my face turned all red but then it ended up being
allergies which the drugs the pharmacist gave me fixed but they also made me
pass out.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and had a clarifying thought that the art world is full of not very smart
people who get away with it and that is a big reason why the art world is so
boring and vapid.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where walking everywhere by yourself makes you realize why being in a relationship
is nice because walking, eating, and being by yourself all the time sort of
sucks after a while.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where I am avoiding people for dear life because I think art fairs turn people
into bizarro versions of themselves and I want to grab their hand and run away
with them to a better place but then I know that they don’t want to go anywhere
and they are happy and glad to be there.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where I wish certain people where here and know that if they were everything
would be fun and good.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where there are a lot of doggies.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where buying a small motorbike seems both hot and useful.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where people drive and park on the curb.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where old men tisk at you if you don’t speak Italian.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where things close for hours during the day and that seems chill.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where they don’t have bars but have well lit shops that sell gelato, drinks,
tobacco and sweets.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where old people dress amazingly.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where there seems to be a lot of large and small construction zones but no one
constructing.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where the EXPO is going on and apparently it is run by the mafia if one is to
believe the graffiti.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where it is sort of dirty but not too dirty and there is a lot of graffiti with
anarchy symbols.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and being at an art fair in this city makes you realize that the art world is a
pure globalized capitalism in its most actualized form.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and going to a magazine party with the same people in a new place makes me want
to barf, cry and then burn it all to the ground.
Hi, I’m in Milan
whose windy streets are charming and baffling if lacking google maps.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where men eating gelato by themselves in the evening is just normal and great.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where I’m dying for a real conversation but am self defeating since I am avoiding
having to talk to anyone unless I have to because they want to pay me a lot of
money for something.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where you can make a new friend at the bar.
Hi, I’m in Milan
where you can see amazing art and religious things.
Hi, I’m in Milan
a city that seems relaxed and comfortable with itself.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and I ate really amazing Sichuan Chinese food and read Adorno.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and I walked in the park that has white walkways so all I wanted to do the rest
of the day was to find gaudy cheap sunglasses.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and I tried not overeating but then I passed a pastry stall and I ate a giant donut.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and I can’t stop walking into every pastry and bread shop.
Hi, I’m in Milan
and I wish I could stay longer and have more daylight and lay on the grass and drink
wine, read, and take a nap with ones near and dear.
