When I stop to think about life I realize that it’s only a matter of time. When I go beyond time I think that actually it’s also a matter of “yielding”. Yielding is paramount if you want to be happy, whether it be at an intersection or in life. You yield to the more important things. To yield is a temporal concept as well as physical. Yielding gets you close to priority. Priority is time’s sister. (#tip) Bergson, let’s read Bergson. Time is its relativity. Enlightening. There is a place in Milan that really makes me feel the crossing of axes particularly strong: Il Cirmolo – Vintage e Modernariato.
Saturday morning go pick up that relative that has decided to control your Milanese life for a few days, to become a part of it for a few days. And there we are searching through Flawless Milano where, what, when, how and why. Yes, especially why. Why this very Saturday?! (Any Saturday for that matter!). At some point Brera will come up. Brera is like that phrase “We wish you a pleasant flight with Easyjet” everyone has heard it at least once in their lifetime. Brera is a quick district but it hides a real treat that’s not so obvious.
At Il Cirmolo, time stops: with 1950s and 1960s signs, vintage street signs and heart stopping furniture you can go on a safari of beautiful stuff from another era for the women in your family. The range of pieces on display is incredible: full of personality, well-rounded, not eroded by the tick tock that signs our faces and marks our hands. It’s almost as if the objects set the parameters for time instead of the other way around. As if time was in the wrong place at the wrong time, not them. The value is just as rounded as the emotions of the one looking at it. It looks small but it’s not. It’s as if it was all a trick, a door that leads, instead of just opening.
It’s worth stopping by and if you’re lucky you’ll be able to take one of those pieces that made you heart skip a beat while you turned the little card before deciding: “Yes it’s mine!”. And your guest will be happy to go back home saying “When I was in Milan Lorenzo took me to a beautiful shop” telling all about it. In the end, you can’t just go into a shop to buy something. Often they occupy a large part or our city’s surface. These spaces are also ours and it’s only right that we enjoy them, even if that means that we simply share the love for esthetics.
Dreamland is nice in Milan and you can live it by day too. Regardless of its rationality, it still leaves space for romanticism. It’s a shy city, but if a friend like Flawless Milano introduces you, it will be easier to open her up.
If it was a song Il Cirmolo would be “The Devil Went Down To Georgia” by The Charlie Daniels Band.