Video Soundtrack! "Why Can't We Live In a Hotel All the Time?" - The Olsen Twins

Ryan, being the best friend in the world ever, invited me to go to Milan with him for fashion week!

Just, you know, to check out the new fall lines and whatnot. Ew, kidding. It was for the Nike exhibit,

the same one he did in New York (as chronicled here), but now, even better, in Milan!

(P.S. Look at that man's funny little head peeking up behind me! Cute!)

I immediately lit up the second we got off the plane (so sad), and Ryan snapped this picture right as

this man started yelling at me to stop. I pretended not to understand what he was saying just so I

could get in a few more drags. (So, so sad.)

A car was waiting at the airport to pick up me and Mr. McGiniej.

We flew in on the red-eye. First order of business: Room service!

Breakfast in bed.

We slept all day and then went to the Triennale di Milano to see the

Basquiat show. This is Basquiat's portrait of our friend Jack Walls!

Afterwards there was a dinner at a hilarious restaurant where the food

was very arty and elaborately presented and came with instructions.

Watch the waiter roll this little food-ball down the plate. I almost died

trying not to laugh.

There were like 10 courses, each more bizarre than the next. This one looks like a sandwich or ice

cream or something but it's really a salty, frozen, whipped tomato mushy thing.

See that piece of silver foil in the middle there? You eat that. It's real silver and it's kind of gelatinous

and you eat it.

The next morning I woke up and felt soooo sick. I had the worst sore throat and felt so achy.

Basically I got the flu in Milan. Ugh. Ryan felt kinda sick too so we ended up staying in bed all day,

eating and napping and watching TV and eating some more. So much for sight-seeing!

We asked the front desk to get me cough medicine and they brought me some cough drops and

some little pills which I assumed were like Sudafed or something. The packaging was all in Italian so

I couldn't read it. Found out later that it was heartburn medicine! Thanks, language barrier.

Anyway, we watched some shitty movies and rested up and got ready for the big night...

Deja vu much?

Emma curated and organized the whole exhibit and trip and everything (and also saved my ass after

I missed my flight--long story). Thanks Emma!

I got to go into the secret Nike chambers and pick out some new kicks. Fun!

These are my faves. Shiny! Since I've been back in NY I've gotten stopped on the street three times

by people asking me where I got them. I feel like such a douche saying, "Oh, got 'em in Milan, sorry!"

And then they give me a dirty look. Sneaker people are intense.

I met Tim, the editor of Italian Vice. He asked me for a "love bite." Apparently this is how

intercontinental Vice staff greet each other.

So many guys there were wearing aNYthing clothes! I go all the way to Italy and end up hanging out

with the aNYthing and Vice crowds. Some kids even knew me from my blog! I was shocked! The

world is so small.

aNYthing scooter.

Mr. Big Shot signing autographs.

A lovely dinner afterwards. No rolling food-balls this time, darn!

Ryan and Terry (founder of i-D magazine)

Ryan's after-party was so crowded. We squeezed our way in, took one look around at the mob scene

and the flashing lights and the blaring techno and decided to hang out outside instead.

Ramona was there!

Lotta funny scooters in Milan. I want one! Couldn't you see me riding around in one of these?

Maybe with a pet snake draped over my shoulders? Hot!

The next morning Ryan had to leave to go to Berlin at like 6am.

My flight wasn't till the afternoon so I slept in, ate some more, got to airport right as my plane was

leaving (let's just say it was a miscommunication), and hung around the airport for four hours till the

next flight, trying on makeup in the duty-free shop. Have you ever been on a plane while you have a

cold? My head almost exploded from sinus pressure as the plane was landing. It was so brutal.

But I don't mean to be complainy, I had an awesome time and I can't believe how much food I

managed to eat in just three days. Thanks Ryan!!

Seriously, why CAN'T we live in a hotel all the time?