Text Carlo Mazzoni. On the other side of Via Bagutta, at the bottom of the courtyard of Palazzo Reina, recently restored by the heirs of de Balcany, the Paper Moon Giardino opens its doors: a green lawn finds fresh water, glass canes, roses and laurels – under that linden tree which is the most secret one in Milan.
Text Angelica Carrara. Post-industrial charm of the old Milan, on a Saturday night: a party in a place hidden at the end of a gravel street. The restaurant has come to life in an ex foundry. No tablecloth on the raw wooden tables, just flowerpots: red anemone, black buttercups and powder-coloured syringas.
Text Gianni Biondillo. It is as though the house is floating, suspended in time, hibernating for the past ten years and just waiting to wake up. The house was built in 1944, sophisticated and modern, yet also elegant and domestic. Arredamenti Borsani Varedo (ABV) was thriving and Gaetano’s two sons were collaborating with their father.
Text Angelica Carrara. We await the creative direction of Riccardo Tisci. The trench coat, symbol of the maison, lends itself to styling games. Magazines and platforms in the world have soon given rise to an aesthetic conversation, about the trench. HypeBeast plays on digital, The Fashionable Lampoon opens a styling session.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. As in the best love stories, one need not agree on everything. Pathetic maxims – when you’re in love, as you well know, nothing else counts. From the pulpit, the priest would begin his sermon: “Let us skip the first reading as it is depressing. Whoever wrote it was suffering from poor digestion.”
Text Rocco Moliterni. A man sitting alone at the table, made of wax with a wick on his head, and a woman’s head in the branches of a tree. Two new events on contemporary art on the Grand Canal: Dancing with Myself in the rooms of Punta della Dogana, and Cows by the Water at Palazzo Grassi. From Sunday 8th April.