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This is an edition of the newsletter Show Notes, in which Samuel Hine reports from the front row of the fashion world. Sign up here to get it free.
Every time I drop by Bar Quadronno in Milan, I think: Thank God this place isn’t in New York or Paris. If a wormhole opened and dropped the convivial wood-paneled joint in practically any other city, it would be mobbed day and night by crowds of wannabe influencers fawning over its tidy panini and perfect aperitivi.
But not in Milano. On a Friday…
