Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fashion-ista in the Rain."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Fashion-ista in the Rain."


(Pioggi? -Rain.)

DANG! Adios, "foundation cream". Mascara -slithers. Lipstick? -DA JOKER (Batman?)! Hair extensions, lost in the Strada-pioggi river of NO return? Shoes SQUELCH (Broke a heel?) and the damned "Designer", Milano  "originals" (Lanvin?), the outfit dyes the sidewalk; obviously NOT "original." "Hm mm...Indigo? S'posed to be Mauve!"
So where, just where, do you get off this Pioggi Bus in Milano centrale?

Standing next to you, ducking the pioggi downpour, under an Armani biz/CLOSED-canopy, the Gatano (Gypsy) girl, 10 -maybe 12 years old; she panhandles YOU! WHOO! ZE FASHION-ISTA...in the rain. But rain or shine, this KID must beg, otherwise, no food, no love, and the CLAN Matriarch will beat her black and blue: Money, money, money! ROMANY lingua!
So what do you do? What do you do?

Something stirs. Something long forgotten. Something stirs...

You strip down to your Intermissi underwear, divest yourself of all your jewelry, then present "tutte" (the whole caboodle!) to the Gatano kid...and with a GULP, step boldly - Milano Centrale - forward, into the rain, whistling,  but whistling in a new life, perhaps;  like a fashion-ista in the rain?



c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-Sicily/It might as well as rain until September!...:)