Sunday morning around the Navigli, in Milan.

For someone who often feels stifled in Milan—by its provincialism, and by how far it still lags behind the world’s great urban centers—L’Aquila is an unlikely place to admire.

A slow, balmy Sunday. Creams, golds, rusts, mighty teals. Aged. Forsaken. Unseen by the eye. True to the soul. Long, steady tones in D minor…

The bad news first. Entrepreneurship is not a finite game. There are no goalposts to tell you how you're doing, or how far you’ve come. Succeeding once—or several times—is no guarantee of a rerun. Failing once—or several times—doesn’t say much about whether this is the right path for you…

Yesterday, May 31st, after several days of introspection and research, I found myself at my desk — working, creating, thinking, reading, journaling, and watching inspirational videos — when I had a moment of clarity…

I wanted to create something lasting to celebrate my pursuits this year, and I couldn’t have been more fortunate to have such talented friends willing to collaborate on this project with me.