MILAN, Italy — On a July afternoon, the Milan headquarters of Toiletpaper feel more like a frazzled frat house than a slick publishing command centre. Pierpaolo Ferrari, 42, and Maurizio Cattelan, 54, both in professional summer attire of scrappy t-shirts, non-tailored shorts and tennis shoes, are huddled in a small back room pasted with magazine clippings having a business meeting with Seletti, producer of their home collection. Reaching them requires swimming through bicycles and skateboards crowding a long hallway, passing by a room where two retouchers work on cluttered desks, and side-stepping a mattress that has been thrown on the floor … More









