Milan Design Week and the Return of Play 

83 days ago, I traded Toronto for Milan and a degree in architecture for one in business and fashion. For three and a half years at the University of Toronto, architecture gave me everything a classroom could, yet I kept asking the same question: When do I get to actually feel it? To stand inside a space engineered to ignite something, and let it?

Italy answered that. Not just through buildings, but through missed trains, new relationships, and several, (and I mean several), cappuccinos.