Not only 'cause I am half Italian.
I hated the city when I was young. Getting older, I started to appreciate it more and more. The streets are a permanent catwalk. But despite the fashion, I love how
is a hidden treasure. The city gives a bit more every time. Sure, you have to accept to get lost, to walk the streets without any map or agenda. You have to raise your head to see the terraces, the metal blue sky during winter... Milan
You have to open doors. You have to go to the barber to get your beard groomed seated next to a real Italian. This is
... My Milan . Milan
Every time, I get lost. And this time I ended up in the cemetery. I thought it was a church at first. I decided to enter and to light a candle (I am super superstitious and kinda more and more religious)... And I realized that behind the walls they were tombs... They are no words to describe what I have seen... So I decided to share the strongest images with you. Among all the crosses and angles, I found the final inspiration for my next coming tattoo...