✈️ The Quiet Luxury of Private Flight

When people picture private jets, they often imagine champagne flutes, designer luggage, and high glamour at 40,000 feet. And yes, sometimes there’s a little of that. But for me, private jet travel isn’t about excess—it’s about time, intention, and arriving with grace.

I’ve flown privately for work, for pleasure, and sometimes to preserve a moment. And while I’ll never deny the beauty of stepping onto a jet with soft leather seats and a crew that greets you by name, the real luxury lies in what it gives back: clarity, calm, and control.

Let me take you back to a morning flight from Geneva to London. The Alps were still dusted with snow, the sun lifting over the peaks like a slow exhale. It looked like a postcard—glamorous, you might say. But inside the cabin, it was quiet. A small team, laptops open, treating 35,000 feet as a moving boardroom. No interruptions. No announcements. Just focus.

On paper, it might seem extravagant. But when you weigh eight business-class tickets, hours lost in airport queues, and the distractions of a crowded terminal, the equation changes. Suddenly, the jet isn’t indulgence—it’s efficiency.

That 90-minute flight gave us something rare: uninterrupted time. By the time we touched down, the presentation was polished, everyone was aligned, and we walked straight into the client’s office calm, prepared, and ahead of the curve.

That’s the real luxury for me: space to think, to breathe, to arrive composed.

🛫 What Does It Feel Like to Fly Private

There’s a rhythm to private jet travel that’s hard to explain until you’ve felt it.

You arrive at a quiet terminal—no crowds, no queues. Your name is already known. Your luggage is handled with care, not tossed onto a conveyor belt. The jet waits, engines humming softly, cabin prepped to your preferences. There’s a bottle of still water on the armrest, a blanket folded just so, and a silence that feels curated.

The interiors are often understated: pale beige leather, subtle piping, warm wood accents. It’s not about flash—it’s about feeling at ease. You settle in, take a breath, and realize you’ve already left the chaos behind.

There’s no gate change, no boarding group, no overhead bin ballet: just you, your people, and the sky.

💼 When Luxury Meets Logic

Private flight isn’t always about glamour—it’s often about logistics. I’ve flown privately to make tight connections between events, to avoid missing a moment that couldn’t be rescheduled, or simply to preserve energy when the schedule was unforgiving.

There was a week last spring when I had to be in Milan for a fashion preview, then in Marrakech for a private dinner, and finally in London for a charity gala—all within the space of four days. Commercial flights would’ve meant layovers, delays, and missed opportunities. The jet made it possible. Not just to be there, but to be present.

And that’s the difference. Private flight doesn’t just get you there—it lets you arrive ready.

✨ Jet-Set Secrets

If you’re considering stepping into this world, here are a few of my favorite insider tips:

Top 5 Airports with VIP Lounges Worth the Detour

These aren’t just lounges—they’re sanctuaries.

• Zurich (ZRH): The VIP Terminal feels like a private club, complete with personal assistants and direct tarmac access.

• Dubai (DXB): The VIP Majlis is a hidden gem—velvet silence, Arabic coffee, and concierge service that anticipates your needs.

• London Luton (LTN): Harrods Aviation offers a boutique experience with bespoke catering and zero wait time.

• Nice Côte d’Azur (NCE): The private terminal here is a Riviera dream—light, airy, and steps from your jet.

• Teterboro (TEB): Just outside NYC, it’s the gateway to discretion. No fuss, no flash—just fast, flawless service.

What to Wear When Boarding a Gulfstream G650

Style on a jet is about presence, not performance.

• For women: A tailored cashmere wrap, wide-leg trousers, and soft leather slides. Jewelry should whisper, not shout.

• For men: A relaxed blazer, crisp tee, and suede loafers. Think monochrome, not monotony.

• Always: Bring a scent that travels well—something subtle, like neroli or vetiver. And sunglasses that say “I’ve arrived,” not “I’m hiding.”

🧠 My Tips: How to Access Private Jet Travel

Now, let’s talk about how you can experience this kind of travel—even if you’re not chartering jets weekly.

1. Jet Membership Programs

Companies like NetJets, VistaJet, and Flexjet offer fractional ownership or jet cards. You don’t need to own a plane—you buy flight hours. It’s like having a timeshare in the sky.

2. Empty Leg Flights

When jets reposition between bookings, they often fly empty. These “empty leg” flights are offered at significantly reduced rates—sometimes up to 75% off. Apps like JetSmarter (now XO) and PrivateFly list them regularly.

3. Group Charters

Traveling with a group? Chartering a jet can be surprisingly cost-effective when split among 6–10 people. It’s especially useful for weddings, festivals, or corporate retreats.

4. Boutique Brokers

Smaller charter brokers often have access to regional fleets and can negotiate better rates. Look for brokers who specialize in your region and build a relationship—they’ll know your preferences and alert you to deals.

5. Luxury Travel Agencies

Some high-end travel agencies include private flight options in their packages. If you’re booking a villa in Tuscany or a safari in Botswana, ask if private air is available—it may be more accessible than you think.

💬 What to Expect (and What to Ask For)

If it’s your first time flying private, here are a few things to keep in mind:

• Custom Departure Times: You choose when to fly. No more 6 a.m. red-eyes unless you want them.

• Catering Options: From sushi to champagne, you can request your preferred meals. Or keep it simple—fruit, tea, and silence.

• Pet-Friendly Policies: Many private jets allow pets on board. I once flew with a friend’s golden retriever curled up beside us like royalty. 

• Onboard Wi-Fi: Most jets offer high-speed internet, so you can work, stream, or stay connected.

• Ground Transfers: Ask for car service to be arranged on arrival. It’s seamless—and saves time.

🎉 When It’s Just for Joy

Of course, not every flight is about business. Some are about celebration.

I’ve flown to Coachella with friends, arriving just in time for the sunset sets. We sipped rosé at 30,000 feet, played music, and laughed until we landed. I’ve flown to Monte Carlo for the Grand Prix, where the jet was more about style than speed. And once, I flew to a villa in Puglia just to spend a weekend reading under almond trees.

Even then, it wasn’t about showing off. It was about making the most of the moment. And about arriving not just on time, but in the right state of mind.

🌟 The Real Luxury

Private flight isn’t for everyone, and it isn’t for every trip. But when it’s right, it’s transformative.

It’s not just about the jet—it’s about what it gives you: time, peace, presence. It’s about skipping the noise and stepping into clarity. It’s about arriving not frazzled, but focused. Not rushed, but ready.

And yes—there’s a kind of magic to it. To watch the world from above, to feel the hum of engines beneath your feet, to know that for a few hours, the sky is yours.

If you ever get the chance to fly private, take it. Not for the Instagram post. Not for the status. But for the feeling.

Because in the end, luxury isn’t about what you flaunt. It’s about how you feel when you arrive.

Stay Happy!!! And until next time,

Milly

✈️ People always ask me: “Milly, how do you travel so light?” 
Truth is, I don’t. I just travel smart. 

Packing light isn’t about denying yourself — it’s about curation. The same way you edit your closet or your feed, you edit your suitcase: a few versatile pieces, a whisper of luxury, and the confidence to improvise.

It’s not minimalism. It’s intentional indulgence.

I learned this during my first whirlwind season as a concierge — flying between families I’d once babysat for, now managing their events, escapes, and whims. I needed to look flawless from jet cabin to gala dinner, often with no time in between.

Now, whether leaving from Rio’s golden light or Madrid’s calm dawn, I travel with one belief:
less clutter, more clarity. 

🎨 The Mood of My Suitcase

No woman worth her silk pillowcase boards a plane without her little black dress — or her white one.

The LBD is a passport in itself. Brunch in Paris, cocktails in London, rooftop soirées in New York — all possible with a single dress, a change of shoes, and a touch of confidence. The white dress? That’s for the southern hemisphere — for Rio, Cape Town, Sydney. It says “I woke up like this”, but in silk.

Packing, for me, is like painting — each item a brushstroke, a feeling, a possibility.

🎒 The Capsule That Carries You

I don’t pack outfits. I pack stories waiting to happen.

My capsule includes:
• Wide-leg trousers in cream, navy, and soft grey — because grace needs breathing room.
• Silk blouses that whisper rather than shout.
• One perfect blazer that means business, even when I don’t.
• A skirt that flirts with the breeze.
• Woven sandals that have seen more runways than some models.
• A cashmere wrap — for planes, dinners, and existential crises.

Neutrals are the backstage crew. They let the star pieces shine — the vintage scarf from Buenos Aires, the hand-painted clutch from Marrakech, the emerald ring from my abuela in Madrid.

These are my anchors — proof that fashion isn’t just what you wear. It’s what you remember. 

🧳 Rituals of the Jet-Set

Packing is a ceremony.

I lay everything out on a linen throw, light a fig leaf candle, and let Carla Bruni play softly in the background. I roll, never fold—lavender sachets between layers.

Then I write a note to myself:

“You are prepared. You are radiant. You are not checking this bag.”

And yes, I always leave room for the unexpected — a market find in Marrakech, a spontaneous dinner in Milan, an invitation that arrives out of nowhere.

A good suitcase isn’t full. It’s ready.

🛫 Milly’s Jet-Set Secrets

Luggage is a love language.

• Globe-Trotter — for when you want your suitcase to look like it has a trust fund. 

• Rimowa — sleek, silent, surprisingly photogenic.

• TUMI — for the days when function wins over flirtation.

Packing cubes? Yes — but only in silk.
Garment bags? Monogrammed, of course.

Carry-on essentials:
• Silk eye mask (the world looks softer that way)
• Lip balm that costs more than it should
• A handwritten itinerary — because elegance is analog
• A book I’ll never finish, but will look chic reading

Rule one: If it can’t be carried, it can’t come. 

💼 Concierge Wisdom: Packing for Three Cities in One Weekend

Last spring, a long-time client needed me in Paris, Dubai, and Capri — all within 72 hours.

I packed:
• One black slip dress
• One cream trouser set
• One silk blouse
• One pair of heels
• One pair of slides
• One shawl that doubled as a blanket, wrap, and dramatic exit

Each look evolved with accessories, attitude, and lipstick. I arrived in Paris polished, in Dubai poised, and in Capri barefoot on a yacht.

That’s not packing — that’s choreography.

By the time I flew back to Madrid, my suitcase looked lived-in — not messy, just experienced.
Clothes, like people, get better when they travel. 

🧠 The Philosophy Behind the Fold

Packing light isn’t about less.   It’s about knowing yourself.

When you know what grounds you, what flatters you, what makes you feel unstoppable, you need less.

The truth? Most people overpack because they’re unsure of who they’ll be when they arrive.

So I pack for the woman I already am — not the one I think I might need to become.

Silk for softness. Linen for honesty. Cashmere for calm.
Every fabric is a quiet manifesto. 

🌍 Between Departures and Arrivals

Sometimes I think the real art of travel lies in what we don’t bring — the space we allow for newness.

When I step onto my waiting jet, there’s a rhythm I adore: the hush of engines, the click of heels on cabin floors, zipping the final compartment shut.

From Teterboro to Tokyo, Nice to Nairobi, the ritual is the same — poised, purposeful, serene.

People imagine luxury as abundance.  But the real luxury is clarity.

It’s the ability to move through the world lightly, freely, beautifully — with your life fitting into one elegant case. 

🖋️ Final Thought

So next time someone asks how I travel so light, I’ll smile and say:

“I don’t. I know what matters.”

Because the art of packing isn’t about what you bring — it’s about what you’re ready to become.

Every trip begins not with a destination, but with a decision:
to trust your taste, your instincts, and your sense of enough.

And that, darling, is how less becomes more — and how style becomes freedom.

Until next time,

Milly

I arrived in Manhattan just before dawn, the skyline still wrapped in fog. My driver met me at Teterboro, and within the hour, I was in SoHo, sipping espresso and reviewing my schedule. Seventeen shows, four previews, three private dinners, and one unforgettable rooftop moment. But more than that — I came to feel the pulse of the season.

The city was quiet, almost reverent, the way it only feels in those early hours when sunlight hasn’t yet settled on the streets. There’s a particular thrill in arriving this way: no crowds, no lines, just the soft murmur of the city awakening and the first aroma of roasted beans drifting through SoHo cafes. I glanced over my schedule, checking names, venues, and times, but mostly letting myself anticipate the energy that only New York Fashion Week can summon.

Landing at Teterboro is a small but significant ritual in my week — a reminder that this is a world where precision meets performance. Within an hour, I was already in motion: walking past minimalist storefronts, nodding at familiar faces, and inhaling the subtle scent of the city as it stirred to life. Everything ahead — the shows, the fittings, the chance encounters — felt purposeful, each step choreographed in its own invisible rhythm.

🎨 The Mood of the Season: Soft Power, Bold Intent

If last season was about reclaiming extravagance, Spring/Summer 2025 whispered something different — restraint as rebellion.
Designers leaned into dynamic simplicity, romantic rebellion, and playful nostalgia. It wasn’t about excess—it was about precision.

Coach hit the streets with undone charm: oversized satin trenches, “I ♥ NY” tees, and scuffed sneakers adorned with cassette tapes and Hot Wheels. It was New York through a vintage lens—gritty, nostalgic, and strangely tender.

Tommy Hilfiger staged his nautical-inspired collection aboard a retired Staten Island Ferry. Red, white, and blue met fisherman jackets and prep silhouettes — maritime meets metropolis. I adored the confidence of it: the waves lapping softly against a brand built on heritage.

Carolina Herrera delivered graphic glamour — nipped-waist gowns, polka dots, and corsages that felt like declarations. Wes Gordon’s palette — bold hues and monochrome — was a masterclass in feminine power.

Tory Burch reimagined American sportswear with jersey-esque sweaters, chiffon skirts, and ballet slipper-inspired shoes. Her Reva flats returned in mule form, and nearly every look felt like a love letter to grace.

Collina Strada gave us floral chaos and joyful rebellion. Her “Touch Grass” collection was a dizzying mix of jewel-toned ruffles, side sash ties, and acrobatic poses. It was fashion as performance art — and it worked.

And Eckhaus Latta? A ten-minute supper club show. Models like Moses Sumney and Jemima Kirke wearing cut-out cargo pants, knitted tops, and sludge-toned dresses. It was earthy, intimate, unforgettable — the kind of collection that reminds you why you fell in love with New York fashion in the first place.

Everywhere I went, I felt this undercurrent of purpose. Less spectacle, more story. Fashion that speaks in half-tones, not headlines.

New York can be loud — it always has been — but this season, the city seemed to lower its volume so the details could breathe. In that quietness, meaning appeared: intention stitched into seams, ethics reimagined as aesthetics.

💼 Milly’s Calendar: Where I Went, Who I Saw

At Alaïa’s Guggenheim show, I sat beside a Parsons student invited through the house’s democratic couture initiative. We talked about Halston, Charles James, and the future of fashion. The rotunda echoed with possibility — soft light spiraling upward, clothes floating like sculptures in motion. It wasn’t a show; it was an atmosphere.

From there, I headed uptown to Ese Azenabor’s rooftop presentation. Cherry blossoms framed hand-beaded gowns that seemed to shimmer in conversation with the wind. Sequins, pearls, and crystals caught the late-afternoon sun like a constellation. Tyra Banks and Olivia Palermo were radiant—but the real star was the craftsmanship. You could feel the hours, the heartbeat behind every stitch.

Between shows, some moments never make it to the schedule but define the week.
A pause at Ralph’s Coffee on Madison for a matcha.
A walk through Central Park to clear the head.
A spontaneous conversation outside The Mark about sustainable fabrics and the quiet return of handmade.

At Marie Claire’s cocktail party, I wore a black velvet column dress with pearl detailing — minimal, architectural, deliberate. The evening marked their 30th anniversary and Bloomingdale’s Fall Campaign. I met editors, stylists, and two future clients who’ll later become stories in themselves.

There’s something about New York in September that makes time elastic — everything happens fast, yet meaning stretches. Every meeting, every glance, every toast carries weight.

👗 What I Wore

Fashion Week is a stage, but I never dress for applause.
I dress for alignment.

Each look this week was curated, not constructed — pieces that carried memory, balance, and texture.

• Day 1: Cream silk dress, vintage Cartier brooch, low bun, fig leaf scent. A quiet nod to heritage and beginnings. 

• Day 2: Repurposed denim skirt, oversized tee, ballet flats, vintage Coach clutch — a wink to downtown ease. 

• Evening: Black velvet gown with pearl straps, slicked hair, red lips, and quiet confidence.
  These weren’t costumes for attention; they were conversations in cloth. Every fabric felt lived-in, like it had listened before it spoke.

I don’t wear clothes — I inhabit them.

And perhaps that’s the essence of soft power in fashion: the ability to command a room without needing to conquer it.

💌 Concierge Moments

Fashion Week isn’t only about the runway. It’s also about connection — those quiet intersections between style and substance.

Over matcha at The Plaza, I met a creative director reimagining travel uniforms for a luxury airline. During a late-night walk through Central Park, I bumped into an old friend who now curates art residencies in Morocco. At the back row of a small presentation, I found myself next to a textile artist from Kyoto who hand-dyes with persimmon tannins. We exchanged numbers, and by morning, a collaboration idea was already in motion.

These are the moments I live for — spontaneous, fluid, authentic.

This week, my concierge world intertwined beautifully with fashion.
One new client needed a last-minute villa in Capri; another wanted a private chef for a birthday dinner in Marrakech. Both were arranged within hours. My team thrives on that rhythm — translating desire into detail, seamlessly, discreetly, and always with intention.

Fashion is fleeting, but service — true service — endures. It’s the quiet promise that while trends evolve, care remains timeless.

🌆 Reflections Between the Runways

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes after New York Fashion Week — not the fatigue of movement, but of emotion. Inspiration can be overwhelming when it arrives in waves.

On my last night, I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my suite overlooking Fifth Avenue. The city below glimmered — cabs streaking like molten gold, sirens melting into laughter. I thought about everything I’d seen: artistry, ambition, and an evolving sense of responsibility.

Sustainability isn’t a slogan anymore — it’s a baseline expectation. Designers are finding new poetry in accountability. Vintage is no longer nostalgic; it’s intelligent. Innovation now carries a conscience.

Somewhere between Alaïa’s sculptural serenity and Azenabor’s ethereal precision, I realized that soft power isn’t just a design theme. It’s a mindset.

It’s knowing that grace doesn’t need to be loud.
That influence, when used with care, becomes legacy.
That the truest luxury is the freedom to choose stillness in a world obsessed with speed.

✈️ Departure Notes

When it was time to leave, the city had already begun to exhale.
Garment racks disappeared into black vans, editors rushed to JFK, and models traded stilettos for sneakers.

I, as always, took a quieter route back to Teterboro, where my jet waited beneath a pale morning sky. My assistant handed me a green juice and a stack of show notes. I slipped off my heels, exhaled, and watched the skyline recede as we climbed.

Somewhere over the Atlantic, I began sketching next season’s travel plan — Paris, perhaps Milan. But first, a pause.

Because the art of living well isn’t in the rush between places — it’s in the grace you carry wherever you go.

Fashion Week, at its best, isn’t about being seen.
It’s about seeing clearly.

And this season, what I saw was a generation learning to speak softly — and still be heard.

Stay Happy!!! And until next time,

Milly 

🌿 Hidden Escapes: A Villa in Puglia

Some places don’t ask for attention—they earn it. Puglia is one of them.

Tucked into the heel of Italy’s boot, this region trades glitz for grace. It’s not the Italy of glossy brochures or red-carpet arrivals. It’s the Italy of olive groves that stretch to the horizon, of whitewashed villages that glow at golden hour, and of villas so serene they feel like secrets kept by the land itself.

I arrived in Puglia after a whirlwind week in Milan. Fashion shows, fittings, dinners that blurred into dawn. I needed quiet—not silence, but stillness. The kind that lets you hear your own thoughts again.

The villa was just outside Ostuni, perched on a gentle slope with views that rolled toward the Adriatic. It wasn’t grand in the traditional sense—no marble columns or gilded chandeliers. But it had something rarer: soul. The kind of place where the breeze carries the scent of rosemary, and mornings begin with espresso on a stone terrace overlooking ancient fig trees.

🕊️ The Rhythm of Retreat

There’s a rhythm to off-the-grid luxury. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t perform. It simply exists, waiting for you to notice.

We swam at sunrise, the pool carved into the earth like it belonged there. The water caught the first light like liquid silver. Breakfast was local burrata, tomatoes still warm from the vine, and bread baked by a woman named Lucia who delivered it wrapped in linen and kindness.

Afternoons were for wandering. We drove through olive groves, visited tiny towns where the only sound was church bells and laughter, and stumbled upon a vineyard where the owner poured us wine without asking for payment—just stories.

Evenings were candlelit. We cooked together—slowly, joyfully. One night, we dined under almond trees, the table dressed in linen and wildflowers. Another, we drove to a tiny beach where the sea was so still it mirrored the moon. No one spoke. We didn’t need to.

✨ My Tips for Off-the-Grid Luxury in Puglia

If you’re dreaming of a retreat that feels personal, soulful, and quietly indulgent, here’s how to do it right:
1. Choose character over polish.
The best villas aren’t always the ones with the highest thread count—they’re the ones with stories in their walls. Look for places restored by locals, with original stonework, handmade ceramics, and gardens that feel wild but intentional. 

2. Go shoulder season.
Late September or early May offers warmth, solitude, and a rhythm that feels authentically Italian. You’ll avoid the crowds and find the land at its most generous.

3. Hire local.
From chefs to drivers to guides, Puglia’s artisans elevate every experience. Ask for recommendations, not resumes. The best meals I had were cooked by people who didn’t speak English—but spoke flavor fluently.

4. Pack linen, not labels.
Style here is effortless. Think sun-faded neutrals, woven sandals, and a scent that smells like citrus and salt. Leave the logos at home. Bring your softness.

5. Disconnect to reconnect.
Leave the itinerary loose. Let the land guide you. Some of the best moments happen when you stop trying to chase them.

💌 Why This Matters

In a world that celebrates speed, Puglia invites slowness. It reminds you that luxury isn’t always about what you can buy—it’s about what you can feel.

I left that villa changed—not dramatically, but subtly. Like the way your skin feels after swimming in mineral-rich water. Softer. Calmer. More awake.

And here’s the thing: you don’t need to be a billionaire to experience this. You need curiosity, intention, and a willingness to trade noise for nuance.

There are dozens of villas in Puglia available through boutique rental agencies. Some are surprisingly affordable, especially when shared with friends. Many offer concierge services, private chefs, and curated experiences that rival five-star hotels—without the formality.

If you’re planning a trip, ask for places near Ostuni, Cisternino, or Martina Franca. Look for properties with outdoor kitchens, plunge pools, and olive groves. And don’t be afraid to go off the map. That’s where the magic lives.

🌍 Final Thoughts

Puglia doesn’t demand attention. It earns it. And if you’re lucky enough to find the right villa, you’ll understand what I mean.

This isn’t about escape—it’s about return. To yourself. To simplicity. To the kind of luxury that doesn’t need to be explained.

So if you’re tired, if you’re curious, if you’re craving something quieter—come here. I’ll meet you under the almond trees.

Stay Happy!!! And until next time,

Milly 

Dear friends,

New York Fashion Week is a city-wide heartbeat. It pulses through SoHo lofts, rooftop lounges, and backstage corridors with a rhythm that’s equal parts ambition and artistry. This season, Spring/Summer 2025, was no exception. From legacy houses to rising stars, the collections were bold, expressive, and deeply personal.

I flew in from Farnborough—my preferred departure point for quiet luxury. No crowds, no chaos. Just velvet lounges, curated art, and a runway that feels like a runway. My driver met me at Teterboro, and within the hour, I was in SoHo. The city was quiet, almost reverent, the way it only feels in those early hours when sunlight hasn’t yet settled on the streets. There’s a particular thrill in arriving this way: all you feel is the soft murmur of the city awakening and the first aroma of roasted beans drifting through SoHo cafes.

I glanced over my schedule, checking names, venues, and times, but mostly letting myself anticipate the energy that only New York Fashion Week can summon. Seventeen shows, four previews, three private dinners, and one unforgettable rooftop moment. But more than that, I came to feel the pulse of the season.

🎨 The Mood of the Season: Soft Power, Bold Intent

If last season was about reclaiming extravagance, Spring/Summer 2025 whispered something different — restraint as rebellion.

Designers leaned into dynamic simplicity, romantic rebellion, and playful nostalgia. It wasn’t about excess—it was about precision.

• Coach hit the streets with undone charm: oversized satin trenches, “I ♥ NY” tees, and scuffed sneakers adorned with cassette tapes and Hot Wheels. It was New York through a vintage lens—gritty, nostalgic, and strangely tender.

• Tommy Hilfiger staged his nautical-inspired collection aboard a retired Staten Island Ferry. Red, white, and blue met fisherman jackets and prep silhouettes — maritime meets metropolis. I adored the confidence of it: the waves lapping softly against a brand built on heritage.

• Carolina Herrera delivered graphic glamour — nipped-waist gowns, polka dots, and corsages that felt like declarations. Wes Gordon’s palette — bold hues and monochrome — was a masterclass in feminine power.

• Tory Burch reimagined American sportswear with jersey-esque sweaters, chiffon skirts, and ballet slipper-inspired shoes. Her Reva flats returned in mule form, and nearly every look felt like a love letter to grace.

• Collina Strada gave us floral chaos and joyful rebellion. Her “Touch Grass” collection was a dizzying mix of jewel-toned ruffles, side sash ties, and acrobatic poses. It was fashion as performance art — and it worked.

• Eckhaus Latta? Earth tones, hand-dyed silks, and a sense of grounded elegance. It felt like a walk-through memory. A ten-minute supper club show. Models like Moses Sumney and Jemima Kirke wearing cut-out cargo pants, knitted tops, and sludge-toned dresses. It was earthy, intimate, unforgettable — the kind of collection that reminds you why you fell in love with New York fashion in the first place.

Everywhere I went, I felt this undercurrent of purpose. Less spectacle, more story. Fashion that speaks in half-tones, not headlines.

New York can be loud — it always has been — but this season, the city seemed to lower its volume so the details could breathe. In that quietness, meaning appeared: intention stitched into seams, ethics reimagined as aesthetics.

🗓️ Milly’s Calendar: Where I Went, Who I Saw

At Alaïa’s Guggenheim show, I sat beside a Parsons student invited through the house’s democratic couture initiative. We talked about Halston, Charles James, and the future of fashion. The rotunda echoed with possibility; soft light spiralling upward, clothes floating like sculptures in motion. It wasn’t a show; it was an atmosphere.

From there, I headed uptown to Ese Azenabor’s rooftop presentation. Cherry blossoms framed hand-beaded gowns that seemed to shimmer in conversation with the wind. Sequins, pearls, and crystals caught the late-afternoon sun like a constellation. Tyra Banks and Olivia Palermo were radiant—but the real star was the craftsmanship. You could feel the hours, the heartbeat behind every stitch.

👗 What I Wore

At Marie Claire’s cocktail party, I wore a black velvet column dress with pearl detailing — minimal, architectural, deliberate. The evening marked their 30th anniversary and Bloomingdale’s Fall Campaign. I met editors, stylists, and two future clients who’ll later become stories in themselves.

🕊️ Quiet Glamour, Lasting Impressions

Between shows, some moments never made it to the schedule but defined the week:

• Brunch at The Mercer, then off to Peter Do’s debut. The energy was reverent, the crowd electric.
• A quiet walk through The Met, followed by a rooftop dinner hosted by Vogue. The skyline? Pure poetry.
• A pause at Ralph’s Coffee on Madison for a matcha.
• A walk through Central Park to clear the head.
• A spontaneous conversation outside The Mark about sustainable fabrics and the quiet return of handmade.
There’s something about New York in September that makes time elastic — everything happens fast, yet meaning stretches. Every meeting, every glance, every toast carries weight.

💌 Concierge Moments

Fashion Week isn’t only about the runway. It’s also about connection — those quiet intersections between style and substance.

Over matcha at The Plaza, I met a creative director reimagining travel uniforms for a luxury airline. During a late-night walk through Central Park, I bumped into an old friend who now curates art residencies in Morocco. At the back row of a small presentation, I found myself next to a textile artist from Kyoto who hand-dyes with persimmon tannins. We exchanged numbers, and by morning, a collaboration idea was already in motion.

These are the moments I live for—spontaneous, fluid, authentic.

This week, my concierge world intertwined beautifully with fashion.

One new client needed a last-minute villa in Capri; another wanted a private chef for a birthday dinner in Marrakech. Both were arranged within hours. I secured a last-minute Hamptons estate for a client’s engagement party and arranged a private fitting at Khaite. My team thrives on that rhythm, translating desire into detail, seamlessly, discreetly, and always with intention.

Fashion is fleeting, but service, true service, endures. It’s the quiet promise that while trends evolve, care remains timeless.

🌆 Reflections Between the Runways

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes after New York Fashion Week — not the fatigue of movement, but of emotion. Inspiration can be overwhelming when it arrives in waves.

On my last night, I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my suite overlooking Fifth Avenue. The city below glimmered — cabs streaking like molten gold, sirens melting into laughter. I thought about everything I’d seen: artistry, ambition, and an evolving sense of responsibility.

Sustainability isn’t a slogan anymore—it’s a baseline expectation. Designers are finding new poetry in accountability. Vintage is no longer nostalgic; it’s intelligent. Innovation now carries a conscience.

Somewhere between Alaïa’s sculptural serenity and Azenabor’s ethereal precision, I realized that soft power isn’t just a design theme. It’s a mindset.

It’s knowing that grace doesn’t need to be loud.

That influence, when used with care, becomes legacy.

That the truest luxury is the freedom to choose stillness in a world obsessed with speed.

✈️ Departure Notes

When it was time to leave, the city had already begun to exhale.

Garment racks disappeared into black vans, editors rushed to JFK, and models traded stilettos for sneakers.

I, as always, took a quieter route back to Teterboro, where my jet waited beneath a pale morning sky. Over green juice, I reviewed a stack of show notes. I slipped off my heels, exhaled, and watched the skyline recede as we climbed. 

Somewhere over the Atlantic, I began sketching next season’s travel plan — Paris, perhaps Milan. But first, a pause. Because the art of living well isn’t in the rush between places — it’s in the grace you carry wherever you go.

Fashion Week, at its best, isn’t about being seen. It’s about seeing clearly.

And this season, what I saw was a generation learning to speak softly — and still be heard.

Stay Happy!!! And until next time,

Milly 

Dear Reader,

As the crisp autumn air begins to kiss the cobbled streets of London, there’s an undeniable buzz that sweeps through the city, signalling the arrival of one of my most cherished annual traditions: London Fashion Week. September 2025 was, as always, an exquisite tapestry woven with audacious designs, whispered conversations in historic venues, and the quiet thrill of discovering tomorrow's trends today.

I arrived in London on a crisp September morning, fresh from a whirlwind in New York. From the moment my private jet touched down, a sense of familiar anticipation enveloped me. London, with its seamless blend of timeless tradition and rebellious modernity, truly comes alive during this week. My sanctuary, a charming suite in a secluded Mayfair boutique hotel, offered the perfect vantage point – a tranquil oasis amidst the beautiful chaos.

My first stop? A client brunch at Broadwick Soho, where I confirmed last-minute tickets to Burberry and arranged a private fitting at Roksanda. That’s the thing about my work—it’s not just about fashion. It’s about making sure the right people are in the right places, wearing the right things, at the right time.

This season felt particularly resonant. There was an undercurrent of conscious creation, a beautiful dialogue between luxury and responsibility. I found myself utterly captivated by emerging designers showcasing innovative sustainable practices, proving that glamour needn't come at the expense of our planet. The ingenuity was breathtaking, reminding us all that true elegance extends beyond the fabric and into the very ethos of creation.

Of course, the iconic shows were spectacular. I had the privilege of witnessing breathtaking collections that challenged conventional silhouettes and celebrated individual expression. I was front row, backstage, and everywhere in between—collecting moments, curating memories, and sharing the kind of beauty that lingers long after the lights go down. Each runway was a story, each garment a carefully crafted chapter. But beyond the dazzling lights and front-row seats, it’s often the intimate moments that truly resonate – the hushed atelier visits, the insightful conversations with designers sharing their deepest inspirations, and the palpable energy of artisans bringing their visions to life.

One highlight, amongst many, was a private viewing of a bespoke millinery collection, tucked away in a charming Chelsea mews. The meticulous craftsmanship, the delicate feathers, the lustrous silks – it was a masterclass in dedication and artistry. These are the moments I truly cherish, the discovery of hidden gems that make luxury feel not just opulent, but deeply personal and exquisitely rare.

🎨 The Mood of the Season: Soft Drama, Bold Identity

Beyond the glittering events and exclusive gatherings, the true heart of London Fashion Week lies, of course, on the runway. This season, Spring/Summer 2025, delivered a message that resonated deeply with my own philosophy: Soft Drama and Bold Identity.

Designers embraced a beautiful duality—a compelling contrast between masculine and feminine, structure and softness, tradition and rebellion. The resulting collections felt not just personal, but poetic, serving as a reminder that true style is always an unapologetic expression of self.

👗 Highlights from the Runway

•  Burberry's Quiet Defiance: Daniel Lee's fourth collection was a masterful love letter to British grit, staged dramatically in the Brutalist lobby of the National Theatre. Against a backdrop of scrub-blue tarpaulins, he reinvented the brand's iconic DNA. Think military jackets, cropped trenches, and chic biker parkas reimagined in matte pastels. It was a study in quiet confidence—the kind of clothing that speaks volumes without ever raising its voice.

• JW Anderson's Magic in Restraint: Jonathan Anderson offered an almost monastic study in elegance. The collection was pared back, focusing on sculptural silhouettes and muted tones. It felt like a designer asking, "What happens when I say less?" The answer was pure magic. This beautiful restraint proves that true luxury doesn't always have to shout; sometimes, its power lies in its thoughtful simplicity.

• Erdem's Poetic Narrative: Always a master storyteller, Erdem Moralıoğlu drew inspiration from Radclyffe Hall’s The Well of Loneliness. The collection eloquently blurred the lines between menswear and womenswear with dusky pink suits, drop-waisted silhouettes, and mesmerizing cyanotype prints. It was a moving narrative woven in silk and lace, celebrating love, identity, and the courage of self-expression.

• Patrick McDowell's Reverence: This collection was a beautiful tribute to queer British artist Glyn Philpot. The runway became a canvas for painterly prints, flowing tulle skirts, and soft pastel blazers. The finale was a powerful moment of reverence: a reimagined wedding gown, generously donated by the Philpot family, reminding us of the enduring, emotional connection we have to fashion.

• Richard Quinn's Dreamscape: As always, Richard Quinn gave us the ultimate showstopper. This season, he delivered true orchestral drama with breathtaking 3D florals and richly beaded velvet. His gowns made you gasp; they made you dream. It was high-octane glamour executed with an unparalleled level of artistry—a testament to the enduring power of fantasy in fashion.

These designers didn't just present clothes; they offered philosophies. They confirmed that the greatest trend of all is authenticity.

🗓️ Milly’s Calendar: Where I Went, Who I Saw

Fashion Week is a blur of beauty and logistics. Between fittings, previews, and client dinners, I curated a schedule that balanced work with wonder.

• Day 1: Breakfast at Chiltern Firehouse, then off to S.S. Daley’s debut womenswear show at the Royal Academy. Harry Styles and Emma Corrin were in attendance, and the collection—floral embroidery, crochet socks, and antiquated blazers—was a triumph.

• Day 2: Concierge duties in full swing. I secured a last-minute villa in Lake Como for a client’s anniversary and arranged a private jet from Farnborough. Then, front row at Simone Rocha—ruffles, pearls, and ballet-inspired silhouettes that felt like poetry in motion.

• Day 3: A quiet moment at the V&A, followed by a rooftop dinner hosted by Marie Claire. I wore a pistachio silk trench and vintage earrings borrowed from my mother. The view? London at sunset. The mood? Cinematic.

💌 Concierge Moments

Behind every show, there’s a story. Behind every story, there’s someone like me—making sure the details align.

This week, I helped a client secure backstage access to Richard Quinn, arranged a private dinner at Sketch for a designer’s muse, and sourced a rare book on British tailoring for a stylist’s mood board.

It’s not glamorous. It’s graceful. It’s knowing how to move quietly, quickly, and with intention.

Because fashion isn’t just fabric—it’s feeling. And every moment deserves to be remembered.

🖋️ Milly’s Final Thought

Fashion Week, for me, isn't just about what's new; it's about the enduring spirit of creativity, the dedication of extraordinary talent, and the joy of witnessing beauty unfold. It reminded me that elegance isn’t loud. It’s layered. It’s thoughtful. It’s the way a hem moves, the way a designer tells a story, the way a city holds its breath before the lights go up.

For me, it wasn’t just about the shows. It was about the people. The conversations. The quiet glances across a crowded room. The way a gown can make you feel seen.

As I prepare for my next adventure, I carry with me the vibrant energy of London and the quiet confidence that elegance, in all its forms, is always within reach.

And if you ever need a guide, a whisper in the crowd, a hand to hold—I’m here.

Stay Happy!!! And until next time,

Milly 

💫 Ciao, cari!

Here I am in Milan — a city that doesn’t rush. It lingers. It seduces. It teaches you to look twice: at a hem, a shadow, a silence. Late September in Milan hums differently. The light softens, the air carries the faintest hint of autumn, and the entire city seems to walk a little taller.

This season, from 22 to 29 September 2025, the city staged the Spring/Summer 2026 collections, and what unfolded was a week of contrasts — heritage and futurism, minimalism and opulence, craftsmanship and code.

The runways of Milan have spoken, and the message for Spring/Summer 2026 is a beautiful paradox: a commitment to impeccable Italian craft blended with a burst of joyful eccentricity and technical innovation. Forget safe simplicity — Milan ushered in an era of thoughtful fashion that demands attention, from the nostalgic nod to the Roaring ’20s at Fendi to the playful chaos at Prada and Bottega Veneta.

Italy’s top houses reminded us that true luxury is as much about feeling as it is about looking. Get ready to embrace bold colour, fluid motion, and a renewed appreciation for the art of design.

🌇 Day One: The First Whisper of the Week

Stepping into the heart of the show zone — under that unmistakable Milanese glow — the first thing that struck me wasn’t the runway but the energy outside the venues.

Editors in perfectly cut linen, buyers scrolling through digital lookbooks, models rehearsing between fittings — the rhythm of the city shifted with the first flash of a street-style camera.

The Camera Nazionale della Moda Italiana confirmed a stellar program: icons like Prada, Gucci, Versace, Fendi, and Bottega Veneta, alongside exciting new-talent showcases from Act N°1, Ferrari, and Andreadamo, each presenting their own Milanese interpretation of modernity.

✨ The Big Moments: Showstoppers & Statements

Milan's creative directors delivered shows that were as much performance art as fashion — blending high-concept design with the timeless mastery of Italian craftsmanship.

🧠 Prada — The Algorithm of Style

Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons took us on a conceptual journey — a curated trip through the “algorithm of style.” The collection was a deliciously eclectic mix of high-concept oddity and refined beauty: dropped-waist ’20s dresses paired with alien-like visors and quietly radical shoes.
A perfect modern paradox — confirming Prada’s reign as fashion’s intellectual benchmark.

🎨 Bottega Veneta — Joyful Artistry

Matthieu Blazy continued his exploration of elevated reality with whimsy and wonder. Models wove between giant bean-bag animals in a show that celebrated craftsmanship with humour — supersized tailoring, colourful leather “grocery” totes, and garments creased just enough to look loved. A tribute to the childlike joy of dressing.

💋 Moschino — Gentle Irony and Refined Wit

Adrian Appiolaza’s second full collection struck the perfect balance of play and precision. Piece of Sheet reimagined bed linens into sculptural couture — draped, ruched, and utterly sophisticated. Novelty bags (a detergent bottle, anyone?) and scribbled “Graffito” prints reminded us that irony, in Milan, can be chic.

🌺 Etro — Bohemian Journey and Psychedelic Florals

Under Marco De Vincenzo, Etro’s woman remains the fearless traveller. Flowing fringes, ’70s-inspired shirting, and giant psychedelic florals paraded through a garden of agave sculptures. A vibrant ode to craftsmanship and freedom — fluid, colorful, alive.

🖤 Fendi — A Roaring ’20s Centennial Kickoff

Kim Jones marked Fendi’s 100th anniversary (in 2025) with a flapper-era fantasy: dropped waistlines, sheer panels, and Art Deco beading. Neutrals of black, white, and beige met icy blue in a collection that fused couture discipline with effortless movement.

🔥 Gucci — Finding a New Groove

Sabato De Sarno’s third collection cemented his confident new vision for Gucci — sleek tailoring, sensual lace, and a return to unapologetic glamour. Razor-sharp lapels met Ancora-red leather trenches, echoing the house’s golden-era charisma reborn.

🧭 Milly’s Top 5 Defining Trends

Want to bring the Milanese spirit into your Spring 2026 wardrobe? Here’s what truly matters.

🪶 1. The New Sheer and See-Through 

Transparency defined the season. At Fendi and Alberta Ferretti, vaporous blouses replaced blazers and translucent skirts revealed sculpted shorts. Airy, precise, intentional — this was sophistication, not exposure.

🍫 2. Chocolate Brown for Spring

Unexpected and grounding. Seen at Tod’s, Del Core, and Boss, rich cocoa tones appeared in silken leather, sheer cotton, and fluid knits — a warm counterpoint to SS26’s pastel optimism.

💍 3. Statement Bangles

The accessory of the season. Bold, sculptural, and unapologetic. Gucci and Sportmax stacked them; Boss styled them solo. One oversized cuff is all you need to say I’m here.

🧥 4. The Elevated Anorak

Athletic chic meets couture precision. Prada, Boss, and The Attico turned the humble windbreaker into a statement jacket — thrown over satin or styled with utility trousers. Function became fashion.

🌸 5. Pastel Pinks and Butter Yellows

Soft, luminous hues led the season. Butter yellow dominated Ferragamo and Jil Sander, while powder pinks and icy blues brought serenity to Milan’s summer palette — elegance with optimism.

📆 Milly’s Calendar — What I Touched, What I Felt

Day 1: Private breakfast at Villa Necchi with a textile historian — we spoke of Sardinian weaving and the emotional weight of pattern. Then Etro’s show: agave, jacquard, and lingering soundscapes.
Day 2: Private Fondazione Prada tour for a client’s daughter, followed by Prada’s surrealist spectacle. The hats alone deserved their own exhibition.
Day 3: Morning in Brera, then Fendi’s centenary. I wore a vintage silk slip and a single emerald earring — cinematic simplicity.
Day 4: Moschino’s fantasy followed by dinner at Il Salumaio with a designer who collects antique buttons. We talked about mischief, memory, and Milanese restraint.

💌 Concierge Moments — The Art of Invisible Luxury

This week, I sourced archival Ferragamo pieces for a stylist’s editorial, arranged a last-minute Lake Garda villa, and secured backstage access for a client’s niece at Bottega.
I also found a Sardinian musician for a future runway soundtrack — because sometimes, inspiration simply needs translation. 

🪞 The Takeaway Trend Report — What Spring/Summer 2026 Is Really Saying

1️⃣ Sheer Architecture: Fabrics became structure — translucent coats, mesh overlays, and organza tailoring revealing motion, not skin.
2️⃣ Mediterranean Colour Stories: Sorbet orange, pistachio, cobalt, shell pink — the palette of sunlight on stone.
3️⃣ Fluid Tailoring: Clothing cut for movement; jackets that breathe.
4️⃣ Handcraft Reimagined: Crochet, raffia, and basket-weave leather made modern.
5️⃣ Accessories as Narrative: Oversized clutches, sculptural sandals, futuristic eyewear — stories before the garments.

✈️ Departure Notes

As my jet lifted from Linate, I didn’t feel like I was leaving. I felt like I was carrying Milan with me — in my notebook, in my scent, in the way I’ll walk into the next room.

Because Milan isn’t about being seen, it’s about seeing differently.

Milan Fashion Week SS26 was an exhilarating blend of Italian tradition and modern momentum — a celebration of individuality, craftsmanship, and joyful experimentation.

The message? Have fun with your clothes. Mix the practical with the fantastical. And never underestimate the power of a perfectly crafted, slightly eccentric accessory.

Now go find your perfect buttery-yellow anorak. 💛

Stay Happy!!! And until next time,

Milly