Nov wanted to see some Warhol, so after brunch at California Bakery we headed over to Palazzo Reale to catch him. The sky was so gorgeously blue, so I think that’s what gave everyone and their mother the tolerance to wait in line for an hour to go see the exhibit. Today was the second blue sky I’ve seen since moving to Milan. The wait was worth it though.
This time round, Warhol told me something that really got me thinking: