The life of the party: Milan as seen by Tea Hacic-Vlahovic Interview with one of the voices symbol of the Milanese nights on the occasion of the release of her book
There's no univocal definition or a single adjective that can exhaustively describe the volcanic experience of being Tea Hacic-Vlahovic. Tea Hacic-Vlahovic is (and has been) many things, from a transgressive soul of the Milanese nights, a reassuring and ultra ironic voice that told the everyday life of foreigners living in Italy, author of the magazine Stai Zitta, and again founder and voice of the podcast Troie Radicali, stand-up comedian and actor, with the dozens of characters that populate her Instagram profile. A character beyond any definition, now the author of the novel L'anima della festa, published by Fandango Libri, which among pigeons in Piazza Duomo and unforgettable parties, retraces the adventures - but also the most difficult moments - of Tea Hacic-Vlahovic.
nss magazine reached out to Tea Hacic-Vlahovic to ask her what lies behind her eclectic and fascinating public figure.
#4 What you miss the most about Milan and what you miss the least.
I miss going out for a "quick aperitivo" and coming home the next day, life destroyed, spirit broken, wearing clothes I don't know the origins of. I don't miss waiting for Taxis that never arrive. Whenever I call for a Taxi -02-6969- I imagine the woman on the line sitting in some office in hell. Laughing in flames as I wait uselessly for nobody at three am. (Milanese know exactly what I mean and who I speak of).
#5 After the pandemic do you think that we'll go back to clubbing in the same places and in the same way or that will change as well?
I imagine that parties will be immensely important. Respected. Girls will wear WINGS to make themselves larger. Everyone will take up SPACE. It will be similar to the CLUB KIDS movement, post-AIDS outbreak in NYC. "Don't touch me, but look at me, look at me!!"
#6 A scene you've witnessed in the fashion world that you will never forget?
I've done so much dumb shit and said so many wrong things to "important" people that it's truly difficult choosing one scene... Dolce & Gabbana invited me to their house in Milan. For their annual Christmas party. They invited me because they were used to me. I'd been organizing their fashion parties, "cocktail waitressing" at those same parties (for an extra 90 bucks) and writing for their (now defunct) magazine, SWIDE. I was backstage at their shows all the time! I was a Dolce Girl, without ever owning any Dolce. Being invited to that party was a BIG DEAL. It wasn't a fashion week party or some press-release affair. This was for friends & family. ìSo obviously, I wore my best: Zara skirt, Top Shop shoes and American Apparel leotard. I got smashed before arriving, with my friend Filip. We each had a liter of Tavernello and some whiskey, from Col di Lana n.1.
The house was a baroque dream, as you can imagine. Every surface was draped in some rich fabric and gold. On the carpets stood wealthy, sophisticated guests. Music blasted but nobody moved. I went up to my boss and asked, "Why isn’t anyone dancing?" She shrugged, and I began dancing violently. Behind me, a waiter approached, holding a silver tray heavy with glasses of champagne. While dancing I smacked him and he lost his balance. His fall produced a golden shower. Everything was drenched: the carpets, the sofas, the clothes...my boss answered, "that’s why nobody dances".
The next day, some gossip magazine published an article describing the night and focusing on my blunder. When I read it, through blurred vision and a pounding head, I felt embarrassed... then I spotted my purse, overflowing with loot. D&G perfume, blush, lipstick, tons of stuff I couldn’t afford! It dawned on me: I had stolen all the D&G makeup samples from the bathroom, where I had vomited. I wasn't embarrassed anymore. But I was never invited again.
#7 Are you already thinking about your next book?
The second book is already written. A CIGARETTE LIT BACKWARDS. It’s a teenage punk rock drama set in North Carolina. It was picked up by Giancarlo DiTrapano, the genius behind New York Tyrant. He was set to publish it next year, but he tragically passed away last week. He already edited the manuscript, which means it's perfect. I'm devastated I cannot work with him. But it's dedicated to him now. Hopefully, a worthy publisher can take care of it from here.
#8 The right outfit for a Troia Radicale.
Troie Radicali dress however they want. But my favourite outfit, which makes me feel the most Radicale, is a $10 stripper dress from Chinatown paired with Miu Miu heels.
