The eagle has landed. I repeat, the eagle has landed. After a quick jaunt over the Atlantic aboard one of American Airlines' finest (not to mention a couple of express trains to central Rome ---> Florence), I walked through Pitti Uomo's hallowed gates for the very first time this afternoon. What a spectacle. You know how you only ever see streetstyle photos from Pitti and you can never really tell how many people are there or how big it is? Take it from me, it's like going to a basketball semifinal or an almost-famous band's concert. The venue itself is vaaaaaast and there are at least 5000 people roaming about. Crazy town. Despite this, I walked around for a good 45 minutes before I spotted someone I knew (my mate Lance, who's over here covering the tradeshow for Why You Mad?!), and from then on it was like watching #menswear connect-the-dots happen in real life. Here was Nick Wooster, there was Richard Haines, Brian and Matt from Carson Street Clothiers sat chatting on the famed sloped ledge as Scott Schuman gave us thumbs up, Tommy Ton stood snapping and Bruce Pask appeared in vintage Prada, with a New York Times logo tote. Highlights on the clothing front include Carlos Castillo at Man 1924 – that guy nails worn-in-chic like nobody I've ever seen; all the shoes at Crockett and Jones; meeting Brunello Cucinelli and his male model body double; the ties at Drakes and the hats at Super Duper. I went nuts with a disposable camera, which I'll attempt to develop tomorrow in Milan. Until then, stay tuned to my Instagram, y'all! CIAO!
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