The straight motorway that comes after the romantic crossing of the Alps can be
foggy in the lowlands, and there are no signs pointing to the world of fashion and a designer’s paradise. There, the men wear shorter trousers and the most beautiful sock creations; the bags are bigger than usual, as are the sunglasses and the coats. Nowhere are there more beautiful shop windows and brightly lit trattorias, fabulous museums of fashion empires in unadorned industrial districts. But together, they are even more spectacular. Renaissance remnants and bel esprit meet working-class culture and technical revolution. Braun always says: ‘I am very grateful to be so close to the epicentre of design and fashion. Close enough to get here in two hours and soak up everything I need to work energetically on valuable functional fabrics.’
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