This morning, I went down to the newstsand to take a look at the Italian magazines, and there…

I found the Vogue Paris. After a fast look inside to see if my column was in there (You never know, maybe they could have decided to take it out at the last moment), I bought it and left.

It’s not the first time I have something printed in a magazine, but I’ve never had such a feeling of pride and accomplishment. And a huge smile stuck on my face as I was walking in the streets of Milan, my Vogue Paris under my arm…