under a ring-road or high-voltage pylon, in abandoned fields or on decommissioned railway tracks. Finally you get to the last wardrobe compartment. That one is empty, too, but because the bag which occupies it is the one you are wearing. It is the one you end up wearing every day because it looks like you, because your world fits inside it (including the packed lunch for the office). And because it tells of the contradictions of this city of fashion, luxury and poverty, which, as a matter of fact, is more normal than it wishes to appear. You are about to delve into the Milan of design, where abandoned factories, nineteenth-century courtyards and desecrated churches open their doors to host events related to the International Furniture Exhibition.