Chiara is the Milanese girl that fashion week was invented for. With her chestnut hair, olive green eyes, and the kind of long limbed elegance that makes even a casting call outfit look like it belongs on an editorial page, she has been a fixture of the Italian fashion ecosystem since she was scouted at sixteen outside the Pinacoteca di Brera, clutching a sketchbook full of shoe designs she'd been drawing since she was twelve. That obsession with footwear never faded; she is currently developing her own small accessories line, designing shoes she describes as "what would happen if Gio Ponti made sandals." Raised in the Navigli district by a father who restores vintage Vespas and a mother who teaches art history, Chiara inherited a reverence for craft and a total inability to tolerate anything poorly made. She will examine the stitching on a garment before she examines the price tag, and she has opinions about sole construction that would intimidate a cobbler. Off set, she cycles through Milan on a mint green Bianchi bicycle, fuels herself almost exclusively on espresso and focaccia, and is constitutionally incapable of leaving a vintage shop without buying at least one thing. Her apartment has been described as "a museum that someone accidentally lives in." She takes this as the highest possible compliment.