“Anyone could do it”. I interviewed quite a bunch of people with my job and this is the first time I get this remark. Jimi Roos, Swedish, 36, moved to Italy 16 years ago chasing for the sun and a warmer way of life. Now he lives in New York, where his wife works as a designer for Marc Jacobs, but his business keeps growing in Tuscany.
Whenever I see photos or videos about animals online, I click and watch. No wonder, I’m just part of that moltitude of people who linger over cute scenes of cats, dogs, pandas, tigers, penguins… well it could be an endless list.
You’ve got two chances to experience something amazing in Milano. If you are in town on Jan. 16th or 23rd, make sure you visit the Albergo Diurno in Porta Venezia. Being built between 1923 and 1925, the Albergo Diurno Metropolitano opened exactly 90 years ago underneath piazza Oberdan as deluxe public baths. Troiani, Cavacini and Masini signed the project, while the interiors were conceived by Piero Portaluppi, one of the most significant architects in Milano, at the beginning of the XX century. Forget about the uneasiness you may feel in public baths today. Visiting the Albergo Diurno is a great exercise for your imagination.
Shit happens – we all know that – and when it does, sometimes it can be magic. Alfredo Ramponi stands right in front of me as he tells the story of his life and his company, Ramponi, one of the three most important worldwide producers of plastic stones and strass for the fashion business. He’s got the firmness and stamina of those who fight hard, the calmness of the man who covered a long distance on the path of loyalty.
My first professional interview ever happened in a Japanese company. I was just about to graduate, they hired me and I entered the world of Arigatou gozaimasu. I learnt about Japanese habits (deep bows, beautiful hot springs, endless sucking up while eating hot soups). I spent hours miming with my Japanese colleagues since they spoke little English. I had dinner at 6:30 p.m. (as the saying goes: when in Rome, do as Romans do) and made sure there was no hole in my socks so that I could safely take off my shoes as they do. I loved omiyage, their gift-giving custom as they always have a gift for you when visiting. I longed for a slice of Castella cake, I went mad each time my questions remained unanswered, maybe because they were not contemplated in my interviewees’ mental schemes.