When we met, we were just two fresh-faced, 18-year-old American freshmen studying fashion in Florence, Italy. Barely a month after touching down on foreign turf, we made it our mission to crash Milan Fashion Week S/S 2007. When we crossed the threshold at milanovendemoda in fieramilanocity as District L, the buying office that existed only on our fake business cards and quick tongues, our mission was accomplished.
Later that evening, at the Dolce and Gabbana Gold Bar, we toasted our flutes to our cavalier attitude and fast American slang. Our first Fashion Week follies were a success and our aspirations were affirmed.
District L was here to stay.