Waiting in line for Nendo, for the first half hour I just admired everyone’s outfits, listening to music and getting sunburnt.
Concept: “dotted line” One continuous rhythmic synth, changing in duration, for entire album. Album art: fold out poster with graphic of temporal space between dots.
Guy in front of me asks for me to hold his spot while getting gelato, thanking me profusely.
If Venice is gelato, Milan is gelato with a cookie up top like a fancy hat.
Walking to Cos but not wanting to wait in line again.
The Vanity Fare Nap room has bowls full of tomatoes and free Prosecco?
Think I’m really sleep deprived.
And I’m trapped in the Milanese lifestyle.