Just like the first date at 6:00 p.m. at Piazza della Scala on February 3, 1989.
The green traffic light and the noise of the trolley car rumbling by. Through its windows I intermittently catch a glimpse of her, confident and lost in her thoughts, elegant, modern and sophisticated.
The image has stuck in my mind.
Private, personal, timeless. It is a nostalgic image of bourgeois Milan in the late eighties, the years when training as a fashion designer, beauty was found everywhere you looked.