The Housing Emergency: Buying or even just renting an apartment in Milan has become a luxury for a select few. Crazy prices are pushing not only students and young workers out into the hinterland, but also families and the traditional middle class.

"Excerpt from Leda's diary (reflections on an era)" 🏗️ Milan Today: From Padded Shoulders to Glass Skyscrapers (But at What Cost?) "Piazza Gae Aulenti, endless construction sites, vertical forests, and... a city running fast, perhaps too fast." Remember the Milan of the 1980s? The one of the Milano da bere, designer jackets, and unchecked ambition? Forget it (or rather, keep the energy in mind). Today's Milan has had a makeover, changed its passport, and become Italy's most

There is something deeply magnetic about the air in September. The days grow shorter, the avenues turn shades of red and orange, and the brain—implacable—reminds us that vacations are officially a memory.

The two sides of the city: While people toasted to revenue in lofts and exclusive restaurants, the silent tragedy of heroin was unfolding in the suburbs—a drama that shattered an entire generation left on the margins of the boom.

In the end I learned to wait for it all to be fulfilled. It became a silent routine, a ritual of waiting. At night I always found myself putting off the moment to go to sleep, unable to decide. It was just like when I was little and feared the monsters hidden under the bed: only now they lived on top, walking all over me, and I, shrunk by terror, would convince myself to lie down only when my body gave way, exhausted by exhaustion. But resting, deep down, was impossible. Mind

Nothing was under control, nothing truly depended on me except the choices on how to face what would happen.

The Great Creative Wave: Armani and Versace turn the streets into runways. Commercial television and publishing dictate the rhythms and desires of an entire country. Milan doesn't follow fashion trends: it creates them.

👽 An Alien, Me? When I decided to create this interactive journal, I did it for a simple reason: all my life, I've fought my demons alone. We all carry a certain baggage of unresolved knots to decode and dissolve. And by now, no one can make me second-guess my vision of life. It was so spontaneous when I came into this world that I still can't fathom how I managed to get lost in the meanders of such a wondrous yet fierce earthly existence. And yet, I was never truly alone sp

"I was terrified, I couldn't stand his deep, hoarse, incomprehensible voice; I could only understand my name, but it was impossible for me to figure out what he wanted from me. Every night he grew more insistent, more overbearing, more terrifying."