The Storming of Milan

A small mob of impossibly stylish Italians clogs the entrance to the small club off Via Donatello. Above the mass, “Sottomarino Giallo” (or Yellow Submarine) blinks through the suspended cloud of cigarette smoke, and from the bowels of the club thumps heavy bass like a threatening illness. Once I push through the throng of 20-something-year-olds, […]

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