The Girovago

cool clubs in Milan

So, after you've done 10 Corso Como, partied at the Old Fashion Cafe, danced on the tables at Armani's Privé and thrown up at Just Cavalli, if you come from any half-decent cosmopolitan city or if you're just a person who likes a bit of depth and variety to their nightlife, it won't be long before you realize that Milan is incredibly samey.
Pretty much everywhere you go you find the same wannabe model looking chicks who spend their days working in Miss Sixty only to save up enough money to buy a Gucci bag their can wear in the evening out with their friends who, guaranteed will all be dressed in identical manner.
At the start of spring/summer 2005 the uniform pretty much looked like this - poker-straightaggressivelyy ironed hair, smokey heroin-chic eye shadow counterbalanced by lashings of unctuous lipgloss, a boob revealing glam vest-top paired with a dangerously short mini-skirt andpainfullyy pointy stilettos. "Any man's dream", male readers are probably thinking but trust me it is the most freaky experience walking into a club where pretty much everyone is wearing minute variations on the same outfit. If that happened in London, any self-respecting chick would go home and change.
The men don't get off any better though. Blazers, ridiculously high collared shirt and a wee bit too tight jeans with, yes you've guessed it pointy shoes, are the order of the day. Worst of all this trend for (oil) slicked back hair that looks as if its coated in whales spunk has taken over the city. I blame Totti but still, grown men really should know better.
As a former Lifestyle editor on Glasgow Uni's student rag I lived, ate and breathed clubbing but now at the ripe old age of 24 it takes a lot to get me to go out. Especially in Milan.
My tips for a top evening on Milan's alternative scene are Rocket (round the corner from my gaff) and Gogagna. The music is far from legendary (although Rocket appears to be one of the few places where you can hear broken beat in Milan) but the atmosphere is totally rocking. People actually stand by the bar instead of sitting at tables with groups of friends they've known since nursery, which seems to be the typical Milanese style and best of all complete strangers talk to each other which, to you might not be that miraculous, but in Milan is a mind-blowingly avant garde behaviour.

posted by Bella Figura @ 7:59 pm