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The usual rush to meet the demands of an impossibly full calendar.
A blade that glides sharply over my chin
Something useful must be beautiful, too.
Time to go.
I go out.
Milan, a thousand thoughts,
Everything around me is frantic
Everything is uniform
What if I stopped for a moment?
"My grandfather always told me “Things done well take time”
How much? I ask myself. How much?
Sure, I could do them quickly and easily, like a machine. Laser cutting, sewing machines.
Where in that is the pleasure and satisfaction of doing them really well?
No. I won’t forget that. Things done well take time.
The price of uniqueness is time.
Aptitude, attention, study.
That i show I want to do things, without half steps, without compromises.
I walk quickly.
In the pockets of my coat, that old lighter. His initials, LA.
Via MonteNapoleone. That empty corner.
Why? What’s happened to the art of making things well?
Where is the artisan I used to see when I was a child
Who had an answer for my every question?
I close my eyes.
LA. I think. LA.
I light a cigarette.
Pausing, I relive a moment.
Via MoneNapoleone 7.
LA greets me. It’s him, yes!
“Mr Miani” he calls me – “I want to give you this lighter, it’s mine.”
I open my eyes.
It’s time to return to the Boutique.