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About Milan

Here’s a wild tidbit—did ya know whores in old Rome had to dye their hair blonde? True story! Stand out from the “proper” ladies, they said. Freakin’ nuts, right? Imagine her now, blonde streaks, smirkin’ at the system. I’m like, “You go, girl!” She’s fightin’ the man in her own way. Reminds me of that *Tree of Life* bit—“The only way to be happy is to love.” She’s out there lovin’ life, even if it’s rough.

Personal life

The birthday party was me and her, a whore friend of hers and her pimp, and the cake. Diane Arbus, Diane Arbus: Monograph. Tags: birthday, birthday-cake.

I head over to the Parco di San Giovanni. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, people chillin’. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. Then I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

The Diane Arbus Photo That Almost Killed New York Magazine