An occasional, albeit inevitable hazard of traveling abroad is the probability of something—anything—getting lost in translation. Between nuanced social cues and language differences, a mishap or two is bound to happen. For instance, when you find yourself on the outskirts of Milan at a completely incorrect address, pleading with non-English speaking cafe owners, “please-could-they-call-you-a-taxi-oh-my-god-I’m-going-to-cry,” desperately trying to juggle Google Translate while WhatsApp-ing with your host-to-be about the situation at hand.
The above was exactly the scene prior to our arrival at Uberta Zambeletti’s Milan home. But because Italians are nothing is not overwhelmingly hospitable, there was no love lost when we finally found our way to her home (phew). As soon as we stepped inside, all of our anxieties immediately washed away, and instead we felt pure relief at the mere sight of her mammoth red-walled closet and seemingly endless collection of vintage. What can we say? Some things transcend language, guys.
With an encyclopedic knowledge of her overwhelming (yup, even for us) closet—she swore up and down that she can place the origins of virtually every piece in there—Uberta was quick to assist us in pulling out a selection of staples and all-time favorites. As the founder of Milan concept shop Wait and See, let's just say Zambeletti is someone who knows what she likes as evidenced by the stash of leopard print, glitter and python-print shoes we corralled (not to mention her collections of sequins, furs, printed skirts, vintage caftans…). What can we say? We appreciate a collector.
In true Milanese Coveteur fashion, our visit wasn’t complete without one essential parting gift: Uberta sent us off with a late-night reservation at a local spot by her store, which she swears is the home of the best risotto in all Milan. Because if there’s one thing that rises above any cultural difference (at least in our never-not-hungry books) it’s food.