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creative direction SHINI PARK photography assistance SIMON SCHMIDT in collaboration with CALVIN KLEIN JEANS

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I had one pair of leather trousers as a teenager. Contraband, of course. (And as genuine leather as your mum’s cast-iron skillet.) A true tiger-mother presumably would never condone her spawn to be exposed to any a lifestyle that might hint at the need of 1) weather-proof garb for helmetless fast-driving, 2) electric guitar(s), and 3) 1978 John Travolta. Tell me about it, stud. The noise it made when I walked in those trousers was not dissimilar to a packet of crisps dipped into car wax, and let’s say it was permeable as, well, your mum’s cast-iron skillet.

The secret to this item of rebellion was however, not the prospect of future-killing, homework-undoing and tramp-a-making. It was simply a teenage ploy for attention, because the first thing my mother would say is: How the damn do you wash these trousers? And you’d revel at the image of your very mother dabbing at your cheap (plastic) leather with anti-bacterial wipes in the name of laundry. REBELLION.

Because let’s be honest, good leather is like performance arts. It plants balls in your hipster panties, and gives moves like Jagger. Good leather like Calvin Klein Jeans’ Rebel Edge capsule collection, in which walking sounds nothing like squeaky crisps, but a Toyota Prius. (That shit be silent, and buttery.) This rebellion is against your goody-two-shoes self – Eat dessert first, write your to-do list on a banana peel; stand on the left, walk on the right, get yelled at, yell back. See? Good leather is a keeper.

Calvin Klein Jeans Rebel Edge capsule, available at the Regent Street store and MyTheresa.com

Jacket – Calvin Klein Jeans Rebel Edge capsule. Trousers & hoodie – Calvin Klein Jeans. Boots – Acne Studios

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bomber & top CALVIN KLEIN JEANS leather trousers CALVIN KLEIN JEANS CAPSULE

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All – Calvin Klein Jeans Rebel Edge capsule

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Korean model Kim Won Jung (hubba hubba)

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O hai

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Photography: Jin Oh. Edit: Park & Cube

I’ve decided to take the Saruman approach over the past menswear fashion weeks (London, Pitti, Milan, Paris) and have allocated eyes and ears to spy on distant lands while I sit in my tower in a big white (bath) robe. Here’s some of my picks from Milan, shot by one of my favourite streetstyle photographers who I was lucky to be able to commission, Jin Oh (who might remember, also shot this with me). I won’t lie, I was positively aching at the fact that I had volunteered to miss out on all this cute boys (and girls) action… Oh well, will have to put a ribbon in le husband’s hair this evening and make do.

Breakfast at the airport with Chloé and it’s off to Milano!

An oogle inside the Bottega Veneta Boutique

Leather shorts – Vintage, Shoes – secondhand Alexander Wang viaVestiaire CollectiveTrench - Uniqlo, Bag – Marc Jacobs via Monnier Freres, Stripe Top – Uniqlo, Last pic necklace – DanniJo

Let me just answer that tickling question – did I peel off my striped-top and give it to Carrie while she waited topless on my bed? No. Not in that order anyway. I mean, no. We just happened to bring one top and they both happened to be striped – but picture us walking around Milan looking like girls who ran away from mime-school; amusing is one way to put it.

Anyhow. It always feels wonderful to be back in Milan, the intensity and… ubiquity of sunlight is really something here. Whenever someone tells me how a country’s climate make all the difference in a person’s temperament, I like to wave my cynicism stick at them (shaped like a frantically-purchased, over-priced corner-store umbrella, naturally), but in Milan I always stand corrected. I stood, in fact (but no miming, I swear), in awe of the well-dressed, well-groomed men and women, while happily soaking in the beauty of the sun-kissed city. It wasn’t necessarily hot or anything, but I loved the fact that light was so abundant until one moment around 9pm you look up to realise the sun has just quietly melted away. Whereas in London the sun is really just a matter of abruptly switching it ON or OFF – at  7pm the sun goes OFF; in October, the sun goes OFF. Sometimes it does disco-hour and does ON-OFF-ON-OFF for half the day, like how we all played with the light-switch when we were seven or eight. I tell you, if I find that kid who’s behind this perverted weather I will put it in a box and send it to Korea.

Thank you Ykone and Bottega Veneta for the much needed break away from cold & wet London; thank you Carrie for the shots of me.

More to come in Part II & III with Bottega Veneta Initials concept and a peek into Salone del Mobil!

Laptop case – Lost Property of London, Black Dress – Nikicio, Cardigan – Topshop, Leather Jacket – Alpine Stars by Denise Focil; Sweater – H&M, Jeans – Levi’s, Bag – Coach, Shoes – Topshop, Sunnies – Jeepers Peepers

As a rare drinker the closest I’ve had to the Campari red is probably a squirt of a strawberry-fragrance dishwash liquid that landed on my lip while trying to drown a mosquito on the windowsill. Milla Jovovich was the obvious bait for me on this quick trip to Milan, as I joined Campari celebrate their Campari 2012 Calendar named It’s the End of the World, Baby after the popular belief that the world will end on the 21st of December 2012. Now, my personal opinion on that date is that it’s a load of rabbitpoop – you may quote me on the 22nd December – but if that gets Milla into 13 haute-couture dresses and throw a party then I’ll keep quiet for now. And how can I ever say no to Milan… I accidentally discovered marocchino (a miniature cappuccino with a cube of chocolate dunk for the sweetest last swig) and that was simply the best cure-in-a-cup for my travel exhaustion.

Thank you Campari for having me over, and Katy for the shots of moi!