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About Milan

Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

Saturday 22 June: FRASC at NIGHT

This woman who came into the world 'without pleasure and sin', who was impregnated while she slept, becomes the prototype on which the Western world grafts its.

Then, I wander down Via Frascati, and I see this street artist painting. His work is insane! I’m talking colors that pop like fireworks. I’m so inspired, I almost forget about my clay crisis. I’m like, “Maybe I should paint instead?” But nah, I can’t give up my pottery dreams.

New brands sign up for space at Frascati Centre in Blackrock