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Word: milan (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...this world's a ready-to-wear runway. From early March, in Milan, through late March in Paris and ending just last week in New York City, the fashion corps turns up for the yearly ritual of checking out what's new for fall. The action they see, and, indeed, of which they become part, has the trappings of drama, the slow-motion choreography of a dream, the bleary musicality of an after-hours club at dawn. It also has the conviviality of a carnival, the commercialism of an appliance convention, the congenial corruption of a sideshow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Living: TheTheater of Fashion | 5/9/1983 | See Source »

...over Italy the streets were enveloped by revelry. From my vantage point in Milan I could see jubilant fans streaming into the streets everywhere. Italy's tricolor flag was conspicuous. Friends would spot each other from across the street, run ever to each other and embrace, crying that this was the greatest thing ever to have happened to them, and to Italy...

Author: By Marco L. Quazzo, | Title: Fun in the Old World | 3/15/1983 | See Source »

People embraced everyone. There was more than just dancing in the streets--in Milan many danced on the rooftops of cars. Throughout the celebration thousands shouted cheers in unison. "I-TAL-IA! I-TAL-IA! I-TAL-IA!" they shouted over and over again. Or for the more vulgarly minded: "Brasilia! Brasilia! Vaffanculo...

Author: By Marco L. Quazzo, | Title: Fun in the Old World | 3/15/1983 | See Source »

...this observer, the night of the World Cup began in Turin with wild street celebrations. It ended in Milan, where I was expected to report to work the next morning. Somewhere in between came a two-hour train ride, but that journey has faded into oblivion...

Author: By Marco L. Quazzo, | Title: Fun in the Old World | 3/15/1983 | See Source »

What remains firmly fixed in memory is my trek from the Milan train station to my lodgings. Corso Venetzia at 3 a.m. that night was jammed with traffic, jammed with celebrants creating an enormous din. I passed a few street corners where three or four piece bands were staging impromptu jam sessions, complete with electric guitars connected to amplifiers...

Author: By Marco L. Quazzo, | Title: Fun in the Old World | 3/15/1983 | See Source »

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