Remember how I was saying how Milan has no colors, and everything is black and white, or in between? I was being serious.
Exhibit A: my beautiful, if monochromatic apartment.
From the entrance to the apartment: bathroom and wall. Notice black scarf on the right.
Plant life always manages to mix things up and reaffirm the existence of the color palette.
The bedroom. Look closely and you'll realize it's a color photo, although the same can't quite be said about the apartment.
The kitchen in the afternoon.
My awesome apartment mate Sergio. Sergio is a furniture designer for Antonio Citterio in Milan, but is originally from small town in Puglia, in the south of Italy. Note the white clothing (weekends), which is contrasted from the black clothing he wears to work (weekdays). Also note the video projector that he uses to project movies onto the white canvas he has painted on the opposite wall.
Me, being monochromatic and preparing for the cold. This is Sergio's black jacket against the white wall.
Me on the balcony. In an act of restrained rebellion against the Milan fashionistas, I am wearing my red Oktoberfest shirt (from Blumenau, Brazil) under a black v-neck sweater.
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For as long as I've known you, I don't think I've seen you with so much hair.
...and I can see why... it makes you look like a girl.
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