Milan Fashion Week Diary: Glamour, Gusto, and La Scala Dreams

Hello, beloved!

Milan is always more than just a city. It’s energy, rhythm, and inspiration wrapping around you from the very first moment. When I arrived for Fashion Week, a series of beautiful envelopes was waiting for me — and one of them came from Ermanno Scervino

It was my first Scervino show, and it felt special, as I’ve carried a love for the brand for many years. I arrived early to capture some street-style shots of my look — a lace dress paired with a signature Scervino sweater. The collection was exceptionally feminine, and I kept thinking, I need half of it! The colors, fabrics, and crystals were perfectly harmonized — a true celebration of Italian elegance.

Milan isn’t just a capital of fashion; it’s a living stage where every second feels like part of a performance.

Between the shows, I allowed myself moments of calm — walking through narrow streets, sipping matcha at the counter, smiling at strangers. Everything in Milan breathes style; even the rain falls beautifully here.

One evening, I found myself at the newly opened Nusr-et Milano — a glass of wine, a plate of thinly sliced bresaola (exceptional and only on his Milan menu), and the Woww Steak, which truly lived up to its name.

The next day brought an invitation to the Le Silla presentation — a space bathed in soft light, the clinking of glasses, and rows of glittering heels that looked like jewels. I drifted between displays, listening to the designers speak about inspiration — the ’70s, independence, the art of movement. It wasn’t just a show; it was a dialogue between craftsmanship and emotion.

I could never skip the Santoni presentation during Fashion Week — they always create something memorable to unveil their new collection. This time, alongside the beautiful shoes, I tasted the yummiest panettone and cannoli — a deliciously Italian detail that made the moment even sweeter.

Later that evening came the Taller Marmo Ball — held in the stunning Palazzo Visconti. The masquerade felt like stepping into another century. Beautifully dressed mannequins in frozen poses filled the ballroom, creating a dreamlike tableau. Wearing a Taller Marmo gown myself, I felt like part of the scene — moving quietly among them, the silk of my dress brushing against candlelight and whispered laughter. It was surreal, poetic, and unforgettable.

The following night, I went to my favorite place for what I truly believe is the best pizza in the world — La Specialità. It’s a spot I can never miss while in Milan. The atmosphere is effortlessly charming — locals chatting over wine, the aroma of freshly baked dough in the air — and their truffle pizza is pure perfection. After days of couture, crystals, and heels, it felt like the most delicious kind of simplicity.

Another morning, the Genny Spring/Summer show set a new tone — delicate, feminine, and full of soft optimism. The collection moved like a breath of spring: flowing silhouettes, pastel tones, and that effortless Italian grace that makes every woman feel like a muse. The mood was light, sensual, and distinctly Genny girl.

Then came Roberto Cavalli. I chose a soft white mini-dress with delicate textures — sheer tulle around the shoulders, a sculpted silhouette, and a quiet kind of drama. The heels were deep red, a subtle rebellion under all that softness. The lights dimmed, the music rose, and the room pulsed with energy. My heartbeat followed the rhythm — strength, confidence, and elegance charged the air. The collection was bold and unapologetically Italian: vibrant, sensual, full of motion. After the show came a night I’ll be sharing more about soon… 

And then — the grand finale. The CNMI Sustainable Fashion Awards 2025 at the legendary La Scala. Under its gilded ceiling, chandeliers sparkled as the world’s most influential names in fashion gathered for one of the most breathtaking nights of the season. At one point, I spotted Anna Wintour — unmistakable in her sunglasses — just a few rows ahead. I smiled to myself, realizing I was standing at the very heart of fashion history. The evening celebrated sustainability, and every word, every award reminded us: beauty can be conscious. It was a moment I’ll never forget — and one I’ll write more about soon, because that night deserves its own story.

The next morning, I sat at Marchesi 1824 with my favorite pistachio maritozzo and tea, while Milan slowly returned to its routine. The week had passed like a film: vivid scenes, new faces, inspiration in every frame. Once again, Milan reminded me that fashion isn’t just about clothes — it’s a way of speaking to the world, confidently, beautifully, sincerely.

This is just a glimpse — more stories, moments, and behind-the-scenes are waiting for you on my Instagram.

With love and scent of roses in the air,

Sasha 💋