I had a well earnt lie in this morning and when I finally woke up (11am) I was a little confused as to where the hell I was! After my random freak out, I realised that I hadn’t been abducted, but infact I was in Milan, and then all the craziness of yesterday came flooding back to me! Thankfully I had no castings or meetings scheduled for the day so was free to explore the real Milan – as all I’d seen so far was my agency, some dark streets and lots and lots of rain.
So me and Tim set off (in more rain) into the city centre armed with a list of things we needed to buy:
- yoghurts, fruit, ham, cheese, milk and bread (exciting stuff, I know)
- bottles of water (the girls at the agency recommended we don’t drink the tap water…of course, we didn’t listen, but now we also recommend that you don’t drink the tap water here in Milan!)
- towels for the apartment (as up until now I’ve been airing my face to dry by an open window!)
- passport photos from a photo booth for our weekly metro passes
So we got off the metro at the Duomo which is a huge gothic-style cathedral which is utterly breathtaking and out of this world. And inside it only gets better – everything from the windows and floors to the statues and murals were magnificent. The attention to detail in every corner of the gigantic cathedral makes you wonder how they ever managed to build such a thing. The security men and signs outside said you weren’t allowed to take cameras in, but did I listen? Of course I didn’t…
After the Duomo we visited the famous Galleria Vittorio Emanuele, which is an equally astounding piece of architecture, except this time it was a luxury shopping centre. Here, I went into the first ever Prada shop – opened by Miuccia Prada’s grandfather, Mario Prada. Pretty special.
We then stumbled across a photography exhibition by Steve McCurry, an American photographer best known for his photo of a refugee girl wearing red . The exhibition was incredibly moving and featured images he had collected throughout his career from many different cultures all over the world. Some of the most powerful pieces were of young children staring innocently into the camera, their faces stained with dirt and their clothes ragged and torn. We spent hours walking around the exhibition, it was fantastic…
Now it was starting to get dark and we realised that we hadn’t got anything from our list, so we found the nearest supermarket and grabbed all the food we could afford/carry and lugged it back to the apartment.
When we were in the supermarket, one of the bookers at Beatrice agency called Maria, who we met yesterday, spotted us from outside and came in to say Ciao. She asked if we had any plans for tonight and invited us to go out with her and some friends to a club called Plastic. Right now I’m chilling in my room, pretty tired, waiting to see if we’re going out or not…apparently in Milan they don’t go out ’til after midnight…this should be interesting!
Will let you know how that one goes on the morrow.
Ps. a few of my favourite photos from the day…