In 2010, I moved to Milan. I had already been to Italy several times but always as a tourist or within my family. During one year, I stayed with Erasmus people and observed the Italians from the outside. When I finished school, I started hanging out with Italians and even moved in with one. I suddenly discover another world… I changed from the icy girl that could not stand “the Italian noisy/maccho behaviour” to the girl actually enjoying everyday their "bizarreries". I decided that I should share my experience with non Italians.

This is how it starts….

NB: I would like to mention that even if sometimes I’m a bit sharp and sarcastic, it’s more a way of emphasizing how I ve been surprised by the difference of culture. Being not Italian, you will probably always be in a cultural learning process; but the only thing that I know, now that I'm back to France, each time I hear some Italians speaking, I think it's like singing and that they're performing a show, the show of living, which makes me immediately smile...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

The art of parking your car and bringing you back home.


Yesterday I went out, and when the time to come back home arrived, my friend proposed to drive me home. That’s the beautiful part of living in a country as Italy: whereas I could have died walking hours in France, I never saw any Italian guy not bringing you back home safe. I can say that first I was feeling like a “pain in the ass” when they were proposing, but now I kind of enjoy it even if always thankful.
Anyway, that’s not the topic of that post. So basically, we walked until the car, one of my friends was keep saying he was not parked properly (something usual in Italy too, I never saw someone parking his car properly). When we arrived there, he had a fine, he took it and put it on another car. He explained to me that he had “borrowed” the fine to an unlucky guy so police would think he had already a fine. I was flabbergasted. He told me: “yes we’re abusing of the “sfortuna” of a guy for our own sake” and then added with a big smile: “tomorrow, we will be on your blog”. So I replied “you know usually, I don’t write about a behavior until I see it reproduced 2 or 3 times, I don’t write clichés based on one occurrence”. So he told me “well, believe me, this is something common in Italy”…
This is quite funny how this country is about avoiding the rules, like if rules were made not to be respected if they bother you and prevent you from reaching your goal, meaning finding a convenient parking lot, close to the place you go. Since I’m in Italy, I saw my friends parking everywhere but still though going through a complete analyzing process where to put their car, as if they were hidden rules saying that some specific areas were forbidden but fine free. I have to admit, I still haven’t been able to understand the difference, why a lot 2 meters upfront would be ok and the other one not, why you can park on this sidewalk but not that one… this is a mystery, all I know is that it works, I never came back seeing a fine on a car, and when they can’t do it, they can always steal  a fine if ever there are some around…  

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Economy: Credit card, Scontrino, Pizzo and workforce system

This morning, I went to make my monthly pass for the metro. I asked just in case, if I could pay with credit card and of course they said no. I come from a region of France where I was using my credit card for even 1 euro. I always been scared of having cash in my purse, I think it’s scary, I always feel I’m going to be robbed and as well you realize at which speed you spend a lot of money. Actually the only time I got around 100euro in my purse, I got my purse stolen (murphy s law...). The problem is that in Italy, I don’t know if it’s a result of the old mafia black market or the fee that shops have to pay for the credit card machine, but they simply refuse the cards. You pay everything with cash, your electricity,  your transportation pass, most of the restaurants, bars, last time I’ve been to “Terme”, I had to pay the entrance with cash and I had no cash with me… It’s been now 2 years I’m facing that aspect of their culture and I’m still not used to it. Each time I get pissed off cause you know that potentially, if you don’t have cash, you can’t do anything, you’re blocked.
Besides, I can't stop thinking : “waoh, must be so easy to hide money if you pay everything with banknotes…” But on the other side, the first time I went to a place and let my "scontrino" there, the people yelled at me until I came back. Was really weird for me, cause in France, you simply don’t give it or the guy throws it for you. But here, I got several shops/bars/supermarket pissed off cause I didn’t take the scontrino. One shop explained to me that they’re legally obliged to make a receipt and give it to you. A friend told me that if they don’t do it, they can get a fine, this has been implemented to fight black market. She told me as well that technically they have to produce it but the customer is not getting a fine if he doesn’t have it ! So basically now I take it and throw it immediately when I found a trash can…
Though, I read the other day that 1 out of 3 shops in Milan still pay the “pizzo” to the Mafia. When I went to Sicily I read a lot of thing about it but could not imagine it was still so active in the North. The ratio looks unbelievable. I really have difficulty in understanding how the economy works. I  consider Italy as a modern country but there are still a lot of things not regulated. Most of the people I know work without contract, there is no min salary like you can find in some countries, people work during nights, weekends. Having a diploma means doing what they call "internship" for 2-3 years ( basically it means no contract, and not getting paid, I call it black market). Women that stop working for raising their baby know they will probably never work again, less than 30% of the women work.  In brief, the working population is blocked in a vicious circle and does not know how to go out of it.
Anyway, I noticed that Italians have in their culture to go to the restaurant, eat pizza, take a coffee at the bar on a regular basis. Even if they don’t have a awesome salary, they keep in their culture the fact of going out and “godersi la vita”. It's a pity to have such a nice country to live in, where people are prone to enjoy life, and meanwhile have a workforce system that makes the people worried about how to make both ends meet and the younger disgusted by work market. OK I know crisis is everywhere but here the situation seems to have always been like that. My grandparents left  Italy more than 60 years ago to find work in France, and I have the feeling that even if I love Italy, I'll have to go back to France soon to find a paid job...

Thursday, October 6, 2011

It’s not about being controversial but being skeptical... My Excelsior experience or how both my rational and emotional sides tell me it’s all wrong.

Around one month ago, Excelsior opened in Milan. Officially launched during vogue fashion night out, this has been spotted as THE fashion/architecture event of the season. I have to admit I was thrilled to go there after all the articles I had read about it. The rendering were awesome and just thinking Jean Nouvel was in charge of the architecture, was turning me into an excited curious freak. So I organized myself to go there ASAP and got finally the opportunity to enter the shop 2 weeks ago. 
In fact, at the day of today I'm still skeptical...
I tried to get the point of view of some interior designers and architects I know, but visibly I’m the only one thinking the result is deluding, and I don't really understand why. Maybe it’s my marketing background that prevents me from liking the project. When I was in school I  always refused to do a project just by jumping directly on a solution. For me the difficulty of interior design, is standing in the fact that designing is not doing a painting i.e. putting nice stuff together, no, designing is about understanding the purpose of a place, the mood we want to set and how we ensure customer is enjoying his experience so he will turn back and trigger again a purchase (in case of a shop).
With Excelsior,  I have the feeling that they've been using  the strengths of the brands and the luxury positioning as a key factor success. The place becomes secondary whereas it was supposed to be a monument in itself.  I don't know the marketing strategy, but I was expecting a place where fashion addicts could go and buy something more than occasionally. In fact, apart Ladurée Macarons and maybe Tiffany necklace for Xmas, I don’t really see why you should go there. I have no doubts  though the place will  work. Part of the turnaround will come from the ground floor where people, that can’t afford upper floors, will come for a drink or buy Ladurée macarons, just to feel they part of a trendy chic community. The second part of the turnover will come from rich tourists, that will come there just for compulsive buying in a famous place.


But let’s talk about the overall environment. When I entered there I had great hope, first because I entered from the wrong side, so I didn’t have all the lightings, nope, I just had a nice windowshop display and all the inside was hidden, like to create an effect of surprise, or setting the idea that the place is chic.

I got in and felt immediately strike by a stifling environment, I was almost feeling in apnea, like missing air. The height and the thickness of the walls give you the feeling they're bending over you. Everything is declined around a concrete hue, and the circulation flow is a real labyrinth. I haven’t read anything about the architectural concept apart the fact they wanted to keep some architecture of the old theatre it used to be, but my first impression has been quite negative. 
After trying to understand what was the customer flow, funny I experimented the same last year when they opened the museum of novecento, the place was awesome architecture but a "shit" in term of circulation, anyway, I finally found my way up.
Basically, you have 3 options to go up: you can take futuristic elevators, a bit like in star wars movies, basic stairs (which are hidden) or  escalators with walls from each side covered with led screen. We took the escalator option (the main flow one). It was like being in 6flags or spacemountain, it was narrow, chaotic, I was feeling trapped,with no possibility to turn back. The LED light was aggressive, giving an electro night club effect to the overall environment. It’s a bit like being in a theme park, but without the fun and the interaction with the user.


Once you arrive to the first floor, you get wrapped by a doom light giving you the idea you’re surrounded by fog, the lines are cold, straights, everything is made around one material, it looks austere and old. The irony is that I love pure lines, concrete, minimalist style but here, something is missing: there is no emotion. Weird as well they developed a project all around concrete and doom light knowing the trend for the future is for living material, that give a natural and more cosy effect...


I remember as well when I received a fb notification from Skitsch saying they have been chosen as official furniture vendor, I was really curious… Well, I would not like to be showoff but let’s say that I don’t understand why everybody keeps rejecting my job position in Merchandising…  Skitsch merchandising was simply shit, I mean we’re 21st century, merchandising became a piece of art for luxury or trendy brands, just think about Louis Vuitton shop windows or Diesel ones. Here there was the chair of Jean Marie Massaud standing there alone, and some products put random.  A bit further, they were 2 luggages on the ground, ready to fall, I’m not sure if it was decoration though…

2nd floor  looks like a old museum abandoned. As merchandising, the clothes are embedded like old prêt a porter piece of collection, I was ready to put my hand on the table to check if there were some dust. Expensive Manolo or Repetto ballerines are standing at dog/kid height, no doubt that when this tiny place will get crowded, people will push them with their bags or others.


There is  no natural light to check the colour /material of the clothes. The products are completely killed by the environment instead of being put first. Basically you go there only because you know already the product and want to buy it in a trendy place.


Going downstairs is a problem as well, no indications, it’s kind of funny that for a place like Coin or Rinascente you give no indications how to move. You don’t invest in such a big structure if you can’t have people buying easily.  


In brief, I really have mixed feeling. Did they want to develop a new type of shop and I’m not ready yet ? Were they missing time before the aperture? In any case, according to me, this is completely wrong: the place hasn’t been thought for customers, both in term of circulation flow and customer experience; no doubt the turnaround will be done thanks to ground floor. 


The same day I've been there, I’ve been to rinascente, and even if it’s a different environment, the merchandising of the prêt à porter level was much better,  above all you don’t have the feeling of being in a tunnel that you want to escape asap whereas it’s impossible to find an exit.
Last week, I got as well the opportunity to visit the shop of DADA that opened during fashion week. It’s a concept store between boutique and art gallery.  I know the scale is different, but I was expecting something as experimental as DADA  for Excelsior. This place as no window either, but they have known how to retransmit a natural light putting all the products first and giving you a more confident feeling. This a place where you feel staying to find something to buy. They kept the old (wood beams, etc. ) and mixed  it with new. In the basement old columns are trapped in resine giving you an effect of a Venice palace under water. The place remains simple, but it’s original, thinking out of the box in term of reuse of materials, modularity of the furnitures, walls palette colors, unusual piece of furnitures reviewed in a different use as clothes hanger. 
Really really nice. 
Each time I discover such places in Milan it’s simply makes my day…



The night call or the art of being “mammoni”


I remember the first time I’ve been dating an Italian: with my  girl friends, we were trying to understand what will be the standard behavior of an Italian. I was joking about the fact that maybe his mum will call. Well, I was not wrong. The first night I saw him, he left me half an hour alone cause his mum was doing what I call “the night call”… I thought: “this is amazing dude, he’s 34,  getting called by his mum every night at the same hour, and can’t even make an exception”. Basically the complete opposite of  the American trend where, once you go to university, you’re considered as a grown up and see the communication amount with your parents considerably reduced.
I discovered later that most of the guys that had to leave their hometown (mainly from the South) to find a job or study in Milan, and consequently  live far from their parents, receive a call of their mum every night… In Italy, I guess the right word is “mammoni”.
I tried to discuss it with people that were doing it but a girl told me in a aggressive mode: “yes but we don’t see our parents more than 3 times a year (for Xmas, Easter, August), so it’s normal to talk to your mum EVERY night”. I have to say I’m really impressed by the family power. When you see all those people at 30 still living with their parents, in France, you would be considered as “looser”. I know this is not linked only to culture but economical context as well, the salaries being so low and the rent so high, youngs try to stay with their parents as long as they can. In brief, it’s what French people would call Tanguy paradise (Tanguy being a movie about a 30 year old boy that refuses to leave his parents house whereas he works and earns a lot of money. At one point the parents are pissed of having no intimacy, seeing a new girlfriend every morning in the kitchen, and decide to “get rid of” their child. At the end, the guy leaves for China). I guess for once, Italy is much closer to China than France... at least for family concept.