Hey, gidday mates! Ciao bellas e bellos! Day two of Milan Fashion Week has just wrapped, and I’m running a day behind, so let’s kick things off with day one today, then day two tomorrow, and so on and so forth. You get my drift. So! It all started with Ermenegildo Zegna, and ended with Lil Wayne flipping the audience off and walking out of the Philipp Plein show 45 seconds into his set, which, as you can imagine, was an extreme disappointment for all concerned (but especially for his number one fan Jenny Albright).
Something that always happens in Milan and Paris: Enormous stars from Asian countries turn up at the fashion shows, followed by throngs of adoring fans, and the majority of the audience is left wondering who, what, where, why and how. Jake Gallagher of the Wall Street Journal hit the nail on the head when he Tweeted, “Shazam but for Korean celebrities that sit front row at fashion shows.” That basically sums up the scene outside Ermenegildo Zegna yesterday morning — we’re fairly certain the gentleman in question was a Chinese actor, but we’re still not 100% sure.
Okay, so: Jenny is an enormous Lil Wayne fan. She can rap almost every word to every song (at least every song from his Tha Carter series, so when she found out that he was going to be performing at the Philipp Plein show, she was genuinely excited, and not in an ironic way, but in a wouldn’t-stop-talking-about-it-all-day kinda way.
This is rare at fashion week. Everyone’s usually so jaded by the end of the first show that all they can talk about is how they can’t wait for it alllllll to be over so they can go back to, “Sitting on the couch watching Netflix.”
The scene outside Philipp Plein was not unlike the line at your favorite nightclub on a Saturday night — aggressive bouncers, pushy patrons digging their elbows into your back, and people complaining about how, “I was in front of that girl! Why are you letting her in first?”
The catwalk was set up with marble quarter-pipes and a gold-plated stage, complete with a gold-plated lectern (the subtlety!), and when the lights went down, Jenny was pretty much shaking in her seat.
A conductor walked up to the lectern. Lights started flashing. A giant screen at the end of the catwalk dropped down, to reveal a 16-piece live orchestra, who began playing the opening notes to Lil Wayne’s song John. Wayne walked onto the catwalk, mic in hand. He told the audience to throw up their motherf****** hands. He jumped up onto the lectern and started rapping, then jumped down and ran over to one of the marble quarter pipes. He climbed up, kept going for about 10 seconds, then threw his middle finger in the air, shouted, “F*** this s***,” tossed the microphone away, and just like that, he was gone, never to be seen again.
Lil Wayne drops the mic! But not in that good way. But the show must go on, so like a bunch of troopers, the conductor and audience kept playing a beautifully rendered mashup medley of Lil Wayne’s greatest hits. So sad.
According to TMZ and the Daily Mail, he was unhappy with the sound quality. Sure, it wasn’t the crispest microphone. But COME ON.
Later that night, we went for dinner with the team from Calvin Klein and a very good looking young man named Cameron Dallas. But more on that tomorrow.
I’m wearing: Z Zegna jacket; Alex Mill flannel shirt; Calvin Klein T-shirt; 3X1 jeans; and Dr Martens shoes.
Jenny’s wearing: Theory leather jacket; Maison Kitsune sweater; Rebecca Minkoff suede skirt; and Saint Laurent Paris suede boots.
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