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Alexander Wang launches his Fall 2011 T Line

Over a scant six years, Asian American designer Alexander Wang has come from being a Parsons Design School dropout to a fast rising fashion house. With the new Fall 2011 T line coming to stores and e-commerce, and an innate overachieving quality I just couldn’t help to investigate, Alexander Wang has proven to be one of the products of our generation.

Alexander Wang’s T line launched last year following his eponymous start-up collection that made waves pinning him as the freshest new design talent. The line is a lower price-point collection that redefines classic t-shirts and tanks. Wang took your staple tees and tanks, filtered everything through his signature black and shades of gray to produce cool, slouchy interpretations with a layering ease. Coining the style term, MOD (Model-off-Duty), Wang mixes high designer pieces with casual basics that capture the look of models in the city running to castings. While this line brings life back into such basic pieces, the designer is now burgeoning his assortment beyond just t-shirts and tanks (skinny pants, blazers, even bras) for a complete lifestyle brand.  “T represents fluidity and casual aspect of how t-shirts are worn, but will now transcend into different categories,” Wang says. The good news for all of us is that “more affordable” actually means what it says, with his most expensive piece in this line capping at $285 (a dress), rendering an anomalous gem in the midst of all inflated retail margins.

An inspiring young figure in the creative world, Wang is dismantling the typical Asian American stereotype of a quiet math academic well on an ivy-league trajectory. Quite the contrary, Wang dropped out of college (Parsons School of Design), and started his own first collection based on knits. He then received the 2008 CFDA (Council of Fashion Designers of America) Award for young designers and a mentorship with Diane Von Furstenberg, 2010 CFDA Award for Menswear, and most recently, the 2011 CFDA Award for Accessories designer of the year.

Walking in similar shoes as many young Asian Americans, Wang’s parents emigrated from Taiwan to San Francisco before he was born with his 2 older siblings and wanted to start a life in America. His mother worked from being a restaurant dishwasher, to a flight attendant, to a bank teller, and later on found opportunity with her husband in a plastics manufacturing business which they took to China. Growing up with a non-Tiger Mom, Wang says his mother was always supportive of his talent: “I scribbled, drew shoes, picked clothes out for my mom. She really encouraged me. She bought me my first sewing machine and she’d bring home fresh flowers and say, ‘Draw something for me.’”

Wang describes his experience in pursuing a non-stereotypical career in fashion with his parents differently than most would assume: “I’ve always had a very supportive family. There are all these sort of stereotypes that certain backgrounds - Asian families - want to direct you into certain careers but my family has always been, ‘This is where your talent is, let’s go for it.’”

With the line hitting stores (and online) two days ago, a guerilla ad campaign requested the collab with none other than his fellow millennials, music artists Santigold and Spankrock.

Friday, July 31st:
Farewell Dinner
Dear Dr. Wright:
Thank you for everything.  This has been one of the greatest experiences to date in my life and we’re all so happy that it was YOU who was our faculty leader.  Everything ran so smoothly, there was barely anything I would’ve changed about the program.  You guided us, pushed us, partied with us, yet you never babysat us nor did you expect the worst out of us, but you always made sure we were okay.  Your energy kept us going on some days when all we wanted to do was sleep and skip class, and you always made yourself available for us whenever we needed you.  I know it must’ve been an intense amount of work with Erin to prepare this trip in addition to the arrangements that needed to be made while in Italy.  Thank you for all of your efforts, keeping us safe, listening to us, and having fun with us! I wish I could’ve taken more classes with you, D-Wright, you will truly be missed once I leave this area.  Please keep in touch!
Ciao-Ciao!
Thao

Friday, July 31st:

Farewell Dinner

Dear Dr. Wright:

Thank you for everything.  This has been one of the greatest experiences to date in my life and we’re all so happy that it was YOU who was our faculty leader.  Everything ran so smoothly, there was barely anything I would’ve changed about the program.  You guided us, pushed us, partied with us, yet you never babysat us nor did you expect the worst out of us, but you always made sure we were okay.  Your energy kept us going on some days when all we wanted to do was sleep and skip class, and you always made yourself available for us whenever we needed you.  I know it must’ve been an intense amount of work with Erin to prepare this trip in addition to the arrangements that needed to be made while in Italy.  Thank you for all of your efforts, keeping us safe, listening to us, and having fun with us! I wish I could’ve taken more classes with you, D-Wright, you will truly be missed once I leave this area.  Please keep in touch!

Ciao-Ciao!

Thao

Thursday, July 30th:
Stresa!
The islands were absolutely beautiful - again, another paradise. We visited the mansions, the gardens, saw peacocks, laid out on the beach…it was a relaxing day after officially finishing our Italian classes and for me, finally finishing my last undergrad paper =)
I loved being in the grottos - which were under one of the mansions that were a series rooms all made of pebbles, stone, and coral.  The place was immaculate - I overheard someone asking what a grotto was and the only thing they could relate that word to was Hugh Hefner’s playboy grotto.  Well, I’m pretty sure these grottos would crap on any of grotto of Hefner’s, no offense.  They were beautful…almost hauntingly beautiful since it was so old and magical down there.
Because I received no sleep the night prior, I was itching to find the beach and just pass out…which I did =) I rested under the sun rays and caught up on some much needed sleep.  The water was cold though, but still a bunch of people swam in it - including Jake, who had the best sharkie/piranha speedos ever!
I’m sooo relieved my work is done.  I can’t wait to go out tonight and enjoy these last couple days here in one of the most beautiful countries in Europe.

Thursday, July 30th:

Stresa!

The islands were absolutely beautiful - again, another paradise. We visited the mansions, the gardens, saw peacocks, laid out on the beach…it was a relaxing day after officially finishing our Italian classes and for me, finally finishing my last undergrad paper =)

I loved being in the grottos - which were under one of the mansions that were a series rooms all made of pebbles, stone, and coral.  The place was immaculate - I overheard someone asking what a grotto was and the only thing they could relate that word to was Hugh Hefner’s playboy grotto.  Well, I’m pretty sure these grottos would crap on any of grotto of Hefner’s, no offense.  They were beautful…almost hauntingly beautiful since it was so old and magical down there.

Because I received no sleep the night prior, I was itching to find the beach and just pass out…which I did =) I rested under the sun rays and caught up on some much needed sleep.  The water was cold though, but still a bunch of people swam in it - including Jake, who had the best sharkie/piranha speedos ever!

I’m sooo relieved my work is done.  I can’t wait to go out tonight and enjoy these last couple days here in one of the most beautiful countries in Europe.

Wednesday, July 29th:

Delfino??

So, we’re all busy doing our research papers.  We all decide to take a little break and take a little stroll outside, accompanying with us is Mario and Giulio.

Jena tells everyone that she can make an amazing dolphin sound.  She walks a few yards away from us and literally speaks dolphin.  I was cracking up SO MUCH, first of all because Jena sounded like a real dolphin, and second of all, because the boys were extremely bewildered and kept saying, “delfino?” HAHA it was hilarious.  That’s the result of needing a little break from serious paper writing.  We all could’ve used a nice laugh with friends.  I have idea how Jena even discovered her wonderful talent, but it was unforgettable.  I wonder if she were to ever do it underwater if dolphins would actually come.  And I wonder what she’s saying when she does.  Crazy.  I’m so glad I videotaped this.  She’s amazing =)

DELFINO??DELFINO?? I’m pretty sure the boys thought she was a little weird…I guess Italian girls don’t make marine animal sounds like the girls in America! 

Tuesday, July 28th;
I guess I’ll contribute this blog to our friend Giulio.
He was definitely our favorite! Although he started off as the quietest one out of the boys, he quickly became the most adorable one.  Giulio is studying to be an engineer, and spent most of his nights at la Residence Rubbatino in the study room, studying for an physics exam that apparently only 19 out of 50 students pass.  Nevertheless, Giulio made the time for us girls by going out to buy popsicles when WE were studying, took us out to the club just because it was our first week in Italy, volunteered to translate some Italian research about Donatello for my paper, and came to offer me cookies at 2am while I was studying.
On TOP of all of that, for our last outing together, Giulio took all of us girls out and paid for our gelato.  A true gentleman; certainly not like the grimy dudes we always see at the clubs.  We’ll miss him terribly, and can’t wait to visit the southern region - where the REAL Italy is.  Giulio said that we are always welcome in his home, as he lives about a 10 minute train ride away from the beautiful beach of Tropea.  Reciprocally, the girls let him know that for his first trip to the United States, we will definitely show him a good, American time!
Ciao Giulio!

Tuesday, July 28th;

I guess I’ll contribute this blog to our friend Giulio.

He was definitely our favorite! Although he started off as the quietest one out of the boys, he quickly became the most adorable one.  Giulio is studying to be an engineer, and spent most of his nights at la Residence Rubbatino in the study room, studying for an physics exam that apparently only 19 out of 50 students pass.  Nevertheless, Giulio made the time for us girls by going out to buy popsicles when WE were studying, took us out to the club just because it was our first week in Italy, volunteered to translate some Italian research about Donatello for my paper, and came to offer me cookies at 2am while I was studying.

On TOP of all of that, for our last outing together, Giulio took all of us girls out and paid for our gelato.  A true gentleman; certainly not like the grimy dudes we always see at the clubs.  We’ll miss him terribly, and can’t wait to visit the southern region - where the REAL Italy is.  Giulio said that we are always welcome in his home, as he lives about a 10 minute train ride away from the beautiful beach of Tropea.  Reciprocally, the girls let him know that for his first trip to the United States, we will definitely show him a good, American time!

Ciao Giulio!

Monday, July 27th:
Dinner together!
Today, Case made burgers for all of us Americans that were missing any traces of home.  Case is everyone’s hero: he takes the girls places all over Italy, he contains a plethora of knowledge about anything you could think of, he has a keen sense of direction, and best of all, he has won over the hearts of many (including Jakey) through the kitchen =)
I CAN’T WAIT TO FINISH THIS CLASS! I will feel SO relieved once the end of this week comes.  By no means am I referring to the amazing experience I’m having out here in Italy, but if and when I DO pass this last course, my diploma will come in the mail and I will officially be a George Mason University alumni.  It’s been so hard to stay motivated to push through the last couple days of my undergraduate career.  This last 10-page paper is killinngggg me to the point where I wonder if I can just pass if I don’t even do it (nice try, Thao…).  My last three credits. After this week, let the adult-life floodgates open!  It’s such a weird place to be in; I’m at the cusp of closing the biggest chapter ever in my life - school.  School has been the one and only important, consistent factor for the past 16 to 17 years.  Everything revolved around it: “who is going to pick me up from school?”, “how can I balance piano lessons with school,” “how can I be involved at school?”, “oh, we met through school”, I have to schedule my work with school,” “I can’t, I have school,” blah-zay blah-zaayyy.
Well now, I’m pretty sure the school is going to be replaced by the dreaded word WORK, but for the short time before I find my work, I’ll be sitting in limbo almost, doing small things in order to hopefully make big moves.  Where am I going to end up? Soon I’m going to start thinking about buying a house and getting married and having KIDS.
Sometimes I guess I just have to stop thinking about everything and just enjoy the time that I have right now.  Everything will come later and fall into place when and where it should.  Overall I’m so excited to see what’s going to happen next, this internship that I will be starting (a mere TWO WEEKS after I come home) I know for sure will change my life in some way, shape, or form.  I’m not sure if I’m going to get emotional by the end of this week, but I know that this has been the summer I will never forget =)

Monday, July 27th:

Dinner together!

Today, Case made burgers for all of us Americans that were missing any traces of home.  Case is everyone’s hero: he takes the girls places all over Italy, he contains a plethora of knowledge about anything you could think of, he has a keen sense of direction, and best of all, he has won over the hearts of many (including Jakey) through the kitchen =)

I CAN’T WAIT TO FINISH THIS CLASS! I will feel SO relieved once the end of this week comes.  By no means am I referring to the amazing experience I’m having out here in Italy, but if and when I DO pass this last course, my diploma will come in the mail and I will officially be a George Mason University alumni.  It’s been so hard to stay motivated to push through the last couple days of my undergraduate career.  This last 10-page paper is killinngggg me to the point where I wonder if I can just pass if I don’t even do it (nice try, Thao…).  My last three credits. After this week, let the adult-life floodgates open!  It’s such a weird place to be in; I’m at the cusp of closing the biggest chapter ever in my life - school.  School has been the one and only important, consistent factor for the past 16 to 17 years.  Everything revolved around it: “who is going to pick me up from school?”, “how can I balance piano lessons with school,” “how can I be involved at school?”, “oh, we met through school”, I have to schedule my work with school,” “I can’t, I have school,” blah-zay blah-zaayyy.

Well now, I’m pretty sure the school is going to be replaced by the dreaded word WORK, but for the short time before I find my work, I’ll be sitting in limbo almost, doing small things in order to hopefully make big moves.  Where am I going to end up? Soon I’m going to start thinking about buying a house and getting married and having KIDS.

Sometimes I guess I just have to stop thinking about everything and just enjoy the time that I have right now.  Everything will come later and fall into place when and where it should.  Overall I’m so excited to see what’s going to happen next, this internship that I will be starting (a mere TWO WEEKS after I come home) I know for sure will change my life in some way, shape, or form.  I’m not sure if I’m going to get emotional by the end of this week, but I know that this has been the summer I will never forget =)

Sunday, July 26th:
Did a little more shopping in Florence before our train ride at around 3pm.  Bought me a nice leather bag, very happy and satisfied indeed. I did well in Florence =)
Family:
As much as I miss my own, I’d say that this group has come to be my unofficial family.  Especially after this trip to Florence, where the journey to and from have been EPIC, it makes us all so much closer.  I know it sounds cheesy, but we all feel like we know each other now -we’re forced to rely on each other, we only talk to each other, we have long train-ride conversations with each other, and we look out for each other.  We all have our own little archetypes within this “family” too, and it’s funny when I think about it.  It’s just little things that I like thinking about - just over this short weekend trip, we all made sure everyone was home ok, we shared the bathroom, we woke each other up by jumping on the beds (ok we just do it to Jake), we sprawled out on the train with our feet up, we had long, confiding conversations…the list could go on.
It’s our last week here and it’s going to be so bittersweet - I’ve become so close with these strangers! People are so busy nowadays… I wonder if we’re going to go about our normal lives and never see each other again?? I mean, I know we have facebook now and everyone will stay in contact for sure, but it’s never going to be the same!  I’m looking forward to seeing all of the pictures, to the farewell dinner so we can share all of our stories again, the scrapbooks, and looking back to see that my experience here wouldn’t be what it is without the people that I’m with.  

Sunday, July 26th:

Did a little more shopping in Florence before our train ride at around 3pm.  Bought me a nice leather bag, very happy and satisfied indeed. I did well in Florence =)

Family:

As much as I miss my own, I’d say that this group has come to be my unofficial family.  Especially after this trip to Florence, where the journey to and from have been EPIC, it makes us all so much closer.  I know it sounds cheesy, but we all feel like we know each other now -we’re forced to rely on each other, we only talk to each other, we have long train-ride conversations with each other, and we look out for each other.  We all have our own little archetypes within this “family” too, and it’s funny when I think about it.  It’s just little things that I like thinking about - just over this short weekend trip, we all made sure everyone was home ok, we shared the bathroom, we woke each other up by jumping on the beds (ok we just do it to Jake), we sprawled out on the train with our feet up, we had long, confiding conversations…the list could go on.

It’s our last week here and it’s going to be so bittersweet - I’ve become so close with these strangers! People are so busy nowadays… I wonder if we’re going to go about our normal lives and never see each other again?? I mean, I know we have facebook now and everyone will stay in contact for sure, but it’s never going to be the same!  I’m looking forward to seeing all of the pictures, to the farewell dinner so we can share all of our stories again, the scrapbooks, and looking back to see that my experience here wouldn’t be what it is without the people that I’m with.  

Saturday, July 25th:
FIRENZE: Mission Accomplished.
So we arrived in Florence Friday night after the train ride through Ecuador (no AC). To be honest, the stories that we all carry from this trip about the journeys TRAVELING to places can be more interesting than the actual destinations…
Anyway, while the rest of the group (Ting-Ting, Jake, Erin, Shannon, and Zelo) went on the lovely Tuscany tour bright and early Saturday morning, I was able to sleep in until around 10:15, as I needed my rest before embarking on the sole purpose of this Italian trip (ok maybe it was tied with the 6 credits involved): my italian leather jacket.  
I got dressed and headed out the door at around 11:00 am to find out that the famous leather market was mere steps away! I had to scope out the entire premises before settling on my decision.  There were sooooo many wonderful things there! But I had to concentrate on finding my lovely jacket.  There were a lot of different styles and colors and there were bags, jackets, wallets, belts, jewelry - everything.  I walked several times (literally spent all day at this market) up and down to see the different leather jackets - and i finally spotted one that I wanted to try on.  It was a dark cognac color goats skin jacket with a zipper sleeve and pocket detailing in the front.  The salesman, Aldo, brought me into the shop behind his leather stand and had me try on the interested merchandise.  
I spent a good hour in there with Aldo - I tried on a few different styles, tried to figure out which size fitted me the best, and touched a bunch of different leathers.  While doing this, I came to like his personality - he seemed like a true craftsman - giving me the lowdown of the leather processes and qualities, and also giving me what seemed as honest opinions during my selection process.  In my head and even before I left home, AND with consultations with friends who have bargained for Italian leather, I told myself I wasn’t paying over 200 euro for a good leather jacket…
With good bargaining and with Aldo’s keen sense of the quality of his own craft, I walked out of the market with my cognac leather jacket  for 180 euro =) I was so pleased with it that I wouldn’t help but keep looking at it and putting it on when I came back to our hotel room (bed & breakfast, hostile, whatever it was…I liked it and it was cozy: La Residence Contessina).  The most amazing purchase EVER. My first leather jacket, Italian leather, Italian quality.  I am my mother’s daughter =)

Saturday, July 25th:

FIRENZE: Mission Accomplished.

So we arrived in Florence Friday night after the train ride through Ecuador (no AC). To be honest, the stories that we all carry from this trip about the journeys TRAVELING to places can be more interesting than the actual destinations…

Anyway, while the rest of the group (Ting-Ting, Jake, Erin, Shannon, and Zelo) went on the lovely Tuscany tour bright and early Saturday morning, I was able to sleep in until around 10:15, as I needed my rest before embarking on the sole purpose of this Italian trip (ok maybe it was tied with the 6 credits involved): my italian leather jacket.  

I got dressed and headed out the door at around 11:00 am to find out that the famous leather market was mere steps away! I had to scope out the entire premises before settling on my decision.  There were sooooo many wonderful things there! But I had to concentrate on finding my lovely jacket.  There were a lot of different styles and colors and there were bags, jackets, wallets, belts, jewelry - everything.  I walked several times (literally spent all day at this market) up and down to see the different leather jackets - and i finally spotted one that I wanted to try on.  It was a dark cognac color goats skin jacket with a zipper sleeve and pocket detailing in the front.  The salesman, Aldo, brought me into the shop behind his leather stand and had me try on the interested merchandise.  

I spent a good hour in there with Aldo - I tried on a few different styles, tried to figure out which size fitted me the best, and touched a bunch of different leathers.  While doing this, I came to like his personality - he seemed like a true craftsman - giving me the lowdown of the leather processes and qualities, and also giving me what seemed as honest opinions during my selection process.  In my head and even before I left home, AND with consultations with friends who have bargained for Italian leather, I told myself I wasn’t paying over 200 euro for a good leather jacket…

With good bargaining and with Aldo’s keen sense of the quality of his own craft, I walked out of the market with my cognac leather jacket  for 180 euro =) I was so pleased with it that I wouldn’t help but keep looking at it and putting it on when I came back to our hotel room (bed & breakfast, hostile, whatever it was…I liked it and it was cozy: La Residence Contessina).  The most amazing purchase EVER. My first leather jacket, Italian leather, Italian quality.  I am my mother’s daughter =)

Friday, July 24th:
No lecture today =)
Today we visited Pavia, Italy.  We saw another abbey, but before anyone yawns and writes off old churches as boring, I have to say that this place was beyond cool.  
First of all, the church was every adjective synonym for “amazing” you could think of: the place was painted and carved from top to bottom - my jaw literally dropped at the sight of such intricacy.  It’s crazy to think that these people spent lifetimes working on this building.  It’s truly inspiring.  It was also cool to be in the presence of the duke of Milan and his wife’s tomb.  Kind of eerie, but still pretty cool.  But the best part about this trip was our tour guide - a monk that lived there.  He was the sweetest, most adorable person I had ever met - very charismatic, it’s nice to see a monk with a sense of humor =) I wish I had gotten his name.  He was the most peaceful human being; he was so kind to all of us.  That’s me in the picture giving him a “high five for USA,” - he’s so cute.
Mr. Monk aka my New Best Friend said that there were monasteries in Vietnam after I told him where I was from (..definitely thought I was Indian…) and I was so inspired by his energy - some day, I want to be at such a level of peacefulness; to exude positive vibes to everyone that you meet; to have people want to be your best friend simply for making them feel comfortable and like themselves when they’re around you.  It’s certainly humbling when you think about it, I have no doubt that what comes with something like that involves a great deal of discipline.  But at least they have perfect weather, a serene setting, and a beautiful church to tend to each day =)
AND NOW ITS OFF TO FIRENZE!

Friday, July 24th:

No lecture today =)

Today we visited Pavia, Italy.  We saw another abbey, but before anyone yawns and writes off old churches as boring, I have to say that this place was beyond cool.  

First of all, the church was every adjective synonym for “amazing” you could think of: the place was painted and carved from top to bottom - my jaw literally dropped at the sight of such intricacy.  It’s crazy to think that these people spent lifetimes working on this building.  It’s truly inspiring.  It was also cool to be in the presence of the duke of Milan and his wife’s tomb.  Kind of eerie, but still pretty cool.  But the best part about this trip was our tour guide - a monk that lived there.  He was the sweetest, most adorable person I had ever met - very charismatic, it’s nice to see a monk with a sense of humor =) I wish I had gotten his name.  He was the most peaceful human being; he was so kind to all of us.  That’s me in the picture giving him a “high five for USA,” - he’s so cute.

Mr. Monk aka my New Best Friend said that there were monasteries in Vietnam after I told him where I was from (..definitely thought I was Indian…) and I was so inspired by his energy - some day, I want to be at such a level of peacefulness; to exude positive vibes to everyone that you meet; to have people want to be your best friend simply for making them feel comfortable and like themselves when they’re around you.  It’s certainly humbling when you think about it, I have no doubt that what comes with something like that involves a great deal of discipline.  But at least they have perfect weather, a serene setting, and a beautiful church to tend to each day =)

AND NOW ITS OFF TO FIRENZE!

Thursday, July 23rd
After an exciting lecture on religion today…
The class visited inside IL DUOMO.  This is the landmark we had all been referring to since being here in Milan.  The place is immaculate: stained-glass windows, sculptures, paintings, carvings, and the size alone is incredible.  Nevertheless, I was running on merely 1.5 hours of sleep (refer to previous blog) and I was in dire need of a rest to make-up for my sleep debt. 
After sleeping for a few hours, Zelo came up with the idea to go to a hookah-lounge.  Weary of a late night aka Wednesday Night Part II, I reluctantly agreed to come so long as we came home at a decent hour.  The ladies who joined me and Zelo were Jamie and Pakiza.  After trekking out to southern Milan (we took the yellow line for the first time!) we ended up in a somewhat sketch looking place but eventually found the lounge: El Jadida.  I’m so happy we came after that! The atmosphere was quite trendy and had wonderful ethnic, Arabian-esque decor.  We said on satin-covered ottomans and was surrounded by dim lighting and airy colorful curtains.  This place was definitely pricey: one hookah was 20 euro (which we split among the four of us), and the appetizer sampler Jamie and I shared was 15 euro.  The appetizer consisted of a bunch of different “dipping things” accompanied with a basket of pita bread: hummas, tabbouleh, vegatables, meatballs, etc. The main entrees ranged from 18-35 euro…they all looked very good though, I definitely would have splurged if I was in the mood.  There was also a professional belly dancer! She was so cute - and her outfit was beautiful.  We all wanted to stay longer but due to the public transportation around here, a curfew time had us going home just as the party started =/
Now, I don’t know why, but the hookah here in Italy is POTENT.  I left that evening feeling extremely buzzed without having a lick of alcohol - the girls and I tried to make smoke tricks, took lots of silly pictures, and ate fabulous food.  I don’t recall at all the hookah in the U.S. having any effect on me - it was very weird, but as we were leaving the place, we all agreed that it was a well-worth trek out to El Jadida.  It was also nice to have an outing with a smaller number of girls, and a different one at that.  It’s great to know that Zelo and I find ways to have fun with everybody in the group, staying in neutral waters we both say =)
The night ended at around 1am.  Not too bad, it was a nice evening of our little secret spot of hookah-ing and having a delightful time with just the girls again.

Thursday, July 23rd

After an exciting lecture on religion today…

The class visited inside IL DUOMO.  This is the landmark we had all been referring to since being here in Milan.  The place is immaculate: stained-glass windows, sculptures, paintings, carvings, and the size alone is incredible.  Nevertheless, I was running on merely 1.5 hours of sleep (refer to previous blog) and I was in dire need of a rest to make-up for my sleep debt. 

After sleeping for a few hours, Zelo came up with the idea to go to a hookah-lounge.  Weary of a late night aka Wednesday Night Part II, I reluctantly agreed to come so long as we came home at a decent hour.  The ladies who joined me and Zelo were Jamie and Pakiza.  After trekking out to southern Milan (we took the yellow line for the first time!) we ended up in a somewhat sketch looking place but eventually found the lounge: El Jadida.  I’m so happy we came after that! The atmosphere was quite trendy and had wonderful ethnic, Arabian-esque decor.  We said on satin-covered ottomans and was surrounded by dim lighting and airy colorful curtains.  This place was definitely pricey: one hookah was 20 euro (which we split among the four of us), and the appetizer sampler Jamie and I shared was 15 euro.  The appetizer consisted of a bunch of different “dipping things” accompanied with a basket of pita bread: hummas, tabbouleh, vegatables, meatballs, etc. The main entrees ranged from 18-35 euro…they all looked very good though, I definitely would have splurged if I was in the mood.  There was also a professional belly dancer! She was so cute - and her outfit was beautiful.  We all wanted to stay longer but due to the public transportation around here, a curfew time had us going home just as the party started =/

Now, I don’t know why, but the hookah here in Italy is POTENT.  I left that evening feeling extremely buzzed without having a lick of alcohol - the girls and I tried to make smoke tricks, took lots of silly pictures, and ate fabulous food.  I don’t recall at all the hookah in the U.S. having any effect on me - it was very weird, but as we were leaving the place, we all agreed that it was a well-worth trek out to El Jadida.  It was also nice to have an outing with a smaller number of girls, and a different one at that.  It’s great to know that Zelo and I find ways to have fun with everybody in the group, staying in neutral waters we both say =)

The night ended at around 1am.  Not too bad, it was a nice evening of our little secret spot of hookah-ing and having a delightful time with just the girls again.

Wednesday, July 22nd
The Last Supper
Today we visited the Last Supper painting by Leonardo da Vinci here in Milan.  To be in the presence of such an inspiring and controversial painting was a true Italian experience I will forever take back home with me.  ANDDD… I definitely snuck a snapshot with my camera…thanks to Jena and a couple other’s wall of backpacks that blocked the guide from seeing me.  But of course, I got greedy and wanted to take a picture of the sign that said Leonardo Da Vinci.  And that’s when I got caught, but I don’t care! I got a picture of The Last Supper! I’m not really sure what will happen if some Italian official saw this blog, but to stay with the theme: I don’t care! To be perfectly honest, I don’t think I would’ve tried to take a picture if everyone didn’t make such a big deal about not being able to.  The daring thrill of getting a picture without getting caught was exhilarated me…to which confirms my adherence to my previous Carpe Diem blog post…the feeling of adventure (Ok I guess just taking a little picture of a painting doesn’t quite make me a bonafide badass but oh well…it was cool at that particular moment..). 
And for the evening festivities: Girls’ Night Out!  Jena, Erin, Ann, Pakiza, Zelo and I went out to I guess what was called “International Night” at another open-air night club called Old Fashioned Cafe (sidenote: I’ve noticed that the words “cafe” and “bar” are somewhat switched over here…a “cafe” is a bar in America and a “bar” is a cafe in America…silly Italians…).  It was more fun I’d say than the Just Cavalli place we went to a couple weeks ago.  HOWEVER, the place was a sausage fest.  There were way too many guys and way too little girls.  Normally that’s good for us, but the grimy level reached its peak when us girls were just trying to dance but had a bunch of sleazy dudes try and cop a feel in the midst of Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back.”  It was certainly an adventure coming home: some girls were very drunk, some girls left early, some girls got left behind, and some girls were driven home by 2 Italian/Spaniard men. The identities will remain closed, but as for me, my bedtime that night (or morning) clocked at 5:30 am.  Class, as always, started at nine. 

Wednesday, July 22nd

The Last Supper

Today we visited the Last Supper painting by Leonardo da Vinci here in Milan.  To be in the presence of such an inspiring and controversial painting was a true Italian experience I will forever take back home with me.  ANDDD… I definitely snuck a snapshot with my camera…thanks to Jena and a couple other’s wall of backpacks that blocked the guide from seeing me.  But of course, I got greedy and wanted to take a picture of the sign that said Leonardo Da Vinci.  And that’s when I got caught, but I don’t care! I got a picture of The Last Supper! I’m not really sure what will happen if some Italian official saw this blog, but to stay with the theme: I don’t care! To be perfectly honest, I don’t think I would’ve tried to take a picture if everyone didn’t make such a big deal about not being able to.  The daring thrill of getting a picture without getting caught was exhilarated me…to which confirms my adherence to my previous Carpe Diem blog post…the feeling of adventure (Ok I guess just taking a little picture of a painting doesn’t quite make me a bonafide badass but oh well…it was cool at that particular moment..). 

And for the evening festivities: Girls’ Night Out!  Jena, Erin, Ann, Pakiza, Zelo and I went out to I guess what was called “International Night” at another open-air night club called Old Fashioned Cafe (sidenote: I’ve noticed that the words “cafe” and “bar” are somewhat switched over here…a “cafe” is a bar in America and a “bar” is a cafe in America…silly Italians…).  It was more fun I’d say than the Just Cavalli place we went to a couple weeks ago.  HOWEVER, the place was a sausage fest.  There were way too many guys and way too little girls.  Normally that’s good for us, but the grimy level reached its peak when us girls were just trying to dance but had a bunch of sleazy dudes try and cop a feel in the midst of Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back.”  It was certainly an adventure coming home: some girls were very drunk, some girls left early, some girls got left behind, and some girls were driven home by 2 Italian/Spaniard men. The identities will remain closed, but as for me, my bedtime that night (or morning) clocked at 5:30 am.  Class, as always, started at nine. 

Tuesday, July 21st: I had a lovely lunch with Zelo today after class near il duomo. We sat outside at a little ristorante - I ordered a delicious and filling salad, while Zello-tron ordered spaghetti (with chicken, which they apparently didn’t charge her extra for).  My salad consisted of mixed greens, corn, shrimp, avocado, and mushrooms. The portion was fairly large - I was so excited! However, the salad didn’t come with any dressing.  I wonder why? But of course, I utilized my Italian culinary skills and mixed in some olive oil and balsamic vinegar which definitely satisfied my taste buds and tummy.  So what else have I been eating lately…
Mostly pizza from Mundial or al 115, fresh pasta (usually tortellini or ravioli) from Esselunga that I make with crushed roma tomatoes, garlic, oregano and olive oil, salad from the Esselunga, and of course, the ramen noodles that my dearest mommy stuffed in my suitcase. Those are going to be for my last penny-pinching week out here =)  The best thing STILL is the gelato, which I’m dubbing my friends and I connoisseurs at this point, and nothing really has been terrible…minus the issue of the repetitiveness of paninis, foccacias, etc.
Anyway, the salad was a nice, healthy alternative to the starchy menu I’ve noticed that has taken a slight toll on my waistline. I would definitely recommend it…but I didn’t get the name of the place. =( I guess I’m just being a little elusive to just flat out and say that I MISS MY MOMMA’S COOKING.  I sent out a family e-mail the other today to simply put in a request for a “welcome home feast.”  I guess the food is what’s making a lot of people on this trip homesick…it’s amazing what food does to a person not only physically but emotionally.  Amazing…the restaurant industries in this economy will always be here…everyone needs to eat. I know i’m rambling at this point but I guess I’m just trying to get my mind off the fact that a good home-cooked meal is in order.  For Jake here, it’s steak; for Erin, it’s mashed potatoes; for EVERYone, it’s Chipotle…and for me, it’s Vietnamese foooood. 

Tuesday, July 21st: I had a lovely lunch with Zelo today after class near il duomo. We sat outside at a little ristorante - I ordered a delicious and filling salad, while Zello-tron ordered spaghetti (with chicken, which they apparently didn’t charge her extra for).  My salad consisted of mixed greens, corn, shrimp, avocado, and mushrooms. The portion was fairly large - I was so excited! However, the salad didn’t come with any dressing.  I wonder why? But of course, I utilized my Italian culinary skills and mixed in some olive oil and balsamic vinegar which definitely satisfied my taste buds and tummy.  So what else have I been eating lately…

Mostly pizza from Mundial or al 115, fresh pasta (usually tortellini or ravioli) from Esselunga that I make with crushed roma tomatoes, garlic, oregano and olive oil, salad from the Esselunga, and of course, the ramen noodles that my dearest mommy stuffed in my suitcase. Those are going to be for my last penny-pinching week out here =)  The best thing STILL is the gelato, which I’m dubbing my friends and I connoisseurs at this point, and nothing really has been terrible…minus the issue of the repetitiveness of paninis, foccacias, etc.

Anyway, the salad was a nice, healthy alternative to the starchy menu I’ve noticed that has taken a slight toll on my waistline. I would definitely recommend it…but I didn’t get the name of the place. =( I guess I’m just being a little elusive to just flat out and say that I MISS MY MOMMA’S COOKING.  I sent out a family e-mail the other today to simply put in a request for a “welcome home feast.”  I guess the food is what’s making a lot of people on this trip homesick…it’s amazing what food does to a person not only physically but emotionally.  Amazing…the restaurant industries in this economy will always be here…everyone needs to eat. I know i’m rambling at this point but I guess I’m just trying to get my mind off the fact that a good home-cooked meal is in order.  For Jake here, it’s steak; for Erin, it’s mashed potatoes; for EVERYone, it’s Chipotle…and for me, it’s Vietnamese foooood. 

Monday, July 20th: Aperitivo.
After oversleeping for the ONE lecture that was only fitting for my absolute attention and presence, I finally made it to class.  Good to know D-Wright was there to give me a wake up call…17 minutes late to the fashion class.  
This afternoon was very fun and very pleasant - the whole group went out for happy hour on the Porta Genova strip near the water.  It was nice to have everyone together non-academically.  Due to my previous Saturday night, I passed on the alcohol and ordered myself a refreshing virgin pina colada, served to me by Alex, our waiter with the “Italian-Surprise” tattoo around his nipple.  The place gave us a round of rum shots on the house, and I guess that’s where everything got a little interesting.  British accents began to make random appearances in conversation, phrase dyslexia (i.e. “maldrobe warfunction”) found its place not once, but twice in consecutive sentences, taking pictures of stylish people rendered my title of a creepy stalker, and so on and so forth.
Afterwards the group split up: half of the group stayed behind to drink more at the bar, and the other half went home on a mission drink more but cheaply.  We made a pit stop to a gelateria called Chocolat right off of the Cadorna station.  By far my favorite (sorry Grom).  We finally came home after sitting on a delayed metro car and hung out on the ver-AHn-da.  This is such a dynamic group and I’m happy that we all get along.  Another plus about this trip is that we’re forced to be with people we wouldn’t normally be around 24/7.  Living, studying, and exploring with different people that you had only met a couple weeks ago definitely makes you add another tier on the social perspective totem pole.

Monday, July 20th: Aperitivo.

After oversleeping for the ONE lecture that was only fitting for my absolute attention and presence, I finally made it to class.  Good to know D-Wright was there to give me a wake up call…17 minutes late to the fashion class.  

This afternoon was very fun and very pleasant - the whole group went out for happy hour on the Porta Genova strip near the water.  It was nice to have everyone together non-academically.  Due to my previous Saturday night, I passed on the alcohol and ordered myself a refreshing virgin pina colada, served to me by Alex, our waiter with the “Italian-Surprise” tattoo around his nipple.  The place gave us a round of rum shots on the house, and I guess that’s where everything got a little interesting.  British accents began to make random appearances in conversation, phrase dyslexia (i.e. “maldrobe warfunction”) found its place not once, but twice in consecutive sentences, taking pictures of stylish people rendered my title of a creepy stalker, and so on and so forth.

Afterwards the group split up: half of the group stayed behind to drink more at the bar, and the other half went home on a mission drink more but cheaply.  We made a pit stop to a gelateria called Chocolat right off of the Cadorna station.  By far my favorite (sorry Grom).  We finally came home after sitting on a delayed metro car and hung out on the ver-AHn-da.  This is such a dynamic group and I’m happy that we all get along.  Another plus about this trip is that we’re forced to be with people we wouldn’t normally be around 24/7.  Living, studying, and exploring with different people that you had only met a couple weeks ago definitely makes you add another tier on the social perspective totem pole.

Sunday, July 19th: A little hungover.
It’s not too bad, but definitely a beautiful sunny Sunday was mostly spent indoors just because i didn’t feel like doing ANYthing.  I searched for apartments on Craigslist, called a couple friends, and ate delicious pizza.  That was about it, I still felt the tequila shots featured in this picture in my stomach this morning so I felt the need to take it easy.  I had some delicious pizza though, tomato sauce, mozzarella, prociutto ham, and ricotta cheese..yumm. It was right off of the linea 1. Eating this pizza made me think if there were any places back at home that would make ricotta cheese as a topping…I know its not the typical Pizza Hut or Domino’s topping, but there MUST be some Italian restaurants back at home that does this.  It’s 2009.  Someone must have had the brilliant idea to make authentic Italian pizza in the United States by now.  That’ll be my mission as soon as I get back home.  It’s amazing how much “junk food” I’ve been eating here…I’m such a health nut back at home.  I eat WHOLE pizzas here and gelato almost everyday! Plus the pizza here is cheap - it ranges from around 4.50 to 8 Euro..and there’s a place right by the Lambrate metro station that sells individual foccacia pizzas for 2.20.  That place has been a saving grace for too many people to count on this trip.  Amazing, thank God I walk everywhere and sweat out the weight in the sun! 
So today I recovered from a night of drinks and drag-queens while eating pizza and reading my book.  It was pretty relaxing and I can’t wait to hear about my friend’s adventures in Rome this past weekend.  I miss them! 

Sunday, July 19th: A little hungover.

It’s not too bad, but definitely a beautiful sunny Sunday was mostly spent indoors just because i didn’t feel like doing ANYthing.  I searched for apartments on Craigslist, called a couple friends, and ate delicious pizza.  That was about it, I still felt the tequila shots featured in this picture in my stomach this morning so I felt the need to take it easy.  I had some delicious pizza though, tomato sauce, mozzarella, prociutto ham, and ricotta cheese..yumm. It was right off of the linea 1. Eating this pizza made me think if there were any places back at home that would make ricotta cheese as a topping…I know its not the typical Pizza Hut or Domino’s topping, but there MUST be some Italian restaurants back at home that does this.  It’s 2009.  Someone must have had the brilliant idea to make authentic Italian pizza in the United States by now.  That’ll be my mission as soon as I get back home.  It’s amazing how much “junk food” I’ve been eating here…I’m such a health nut back at home.  I eat WHOLE pizzas here and gelato almost everyday! Plus the pizza here is cheap - it ranges from around 4.50 to 8 Euro..and there’s a place right by the Lambrate metro station that sells individual foccacia pizzas for 2.20.  That place has been a saving grace for too many people to count on this trip.  Amazing, thank God I walk everywhere and sweat out the weight in the sun! 

So today I recovered from a night of drinks and drag-queens while eating pizza and reading my book.  It was pretty relaxing and I can’t wait to hear about my friend’s adventures in Rome this past weekend.  I miss them! 

Saturday, July 18th: Mara Lips hits on our friend Giulian

OK SOOOO…

Saturday night I go to Porta Genova - stop on the green line where a bunch of bars and happy hours are with Giulian and Brando.  We go to this bar where the owner is apparently a fabulous, diva-licious drag queen.  She definitely has the hots for Giulian and flirts (for lack of a more obscene word) with him…as seen in the video.

I told the guys that if Mara Lips were to behave like that with my American guy friends at home, they’d do much more than laugh about it like Giulian did.  My friends would most likely snuff the she-man in the face and get extremely angry! I notice that Europeans are way more open minded and take things less seriously; they laugh about things that are supposed to be silly and are more care-free in most general aspects altogether.  Giulian is not a homosexual; he was simply being polite and made a joke of Mara Lip’s fun and games.  My friends back at home wouldn’t have let her go within 2 feet of the table, let alone touch them.  I personally thought it was very funny…very funny and very awkward.  Mara Lips was too cute and very kind and friendly - she made a visit to all of the tables outside and shouted “Buona cera!” to everyone in her path of vision.  Cultural differences can be tricky things, and this example was refreshing - being with males who weren’t homophobes made everything run smooth and comfortable when situations such as this occurred!