A Pitti showdown (from the Southern Riviera)
When the switch between the holidays and Pitti clicks, it is called the new #[insert the city] F[ashion]W[eek] season. That wanting to be there and having to watch runways vicariously through webcasts or Instagram.
Picture this: watch the new autumn ‘13 runways attended by the most fabulous crowd donning in the best of the best of the fall ‘12 collections sitting at your computer with a constant 80 degrees temperature. The perspective gets surreal.
You see these pictures from the aisles of La Fortezza Da Basso and then you happen to stroll in Lincoln Road and capture middle aged men wearing tight fitted black underwear tees and flared jeans with black squared toe shoes …
Or, you see this grandeur (excuse me, a man with a rust Cosentino coat) and then the dirty truth, such as baggy cargo bermudas and short socks sticking out of sneakers.
That’s when champagne weekends spent devouring every style.com review kick in.