PITTI UOMO: The Details

Pitti Uomo 86: a Firenze of fashion (pun intended). For a week the streets of Florence were inundated with the elite of the fashion world and people streamed in from around the globe to attend the biggest menswear trade show in the entire universe. I arrived at the gate of Firenze Fiera and the camera flew to my face without hesitation. Suit followed suit, brogue followed brogue, and within minutes I had forgotten that I had to actually collect my pass and go inside.
Five days and thousands of photos later, my poor computer began to teeter on the edge of combustion and, while not making a full recovery (I doubt he ever will), managed to stay with me long enough to get these photos out there.
Here are a few of the more detail orientated shots that I took, showing some of the trends that presented themselves throughout the week. I'm always onboard with a pocket square; I'll never say no to a bow tie or a well fitted blazer; I may have some comments to make on the frequency of inflatable trainers but I'll keep those to myself for now.


A Great Luncheon

It's been a while since I had a great steak. Actually, it's been a while since I had a great meal out anywhere, but Soho is the place to go for such things. While I can take absolutely no credit for choice of venue (as always, Ella was the mastermind), which was Jackson and Rye on Wardour Street. I can take credit for my impeccable taste when it comes to ordering. I never get it wrong. A great lunch out consists of three things.

1. Great atmosphere
2. Great nourishment and libation
3. Great company

Well, control of the weather was substandard, but I can hardly blame that on anyone but myself for forgetting to bring an umbrella (and by "forgetting" I mean "purposefully not bringing" because it didn't fit in my bag and I knew Ella would have one). There is, however, something satisfying about sitting inside a warm, dry restaurant by the window as the rain soaks all the unlucky sods on the other side.

And so to food. I went for the flat iron steak and chips. Medium-rare, obviously, it was no Flat Iron or Hawskmoor (my favourite restaurant in London) but, not being a steak restaurant I think I can let them off and say that I enjoyed it. Ella had the non-specific, red-shelled, immortal and definitely completely and utterly kosher sea creature enhanced mac and cheese. Both delicious main dishes that had to be followed with dessert as soon as I saw that cheesecake was on the menu. I have a weakness for cheesecake that forbids me to talk about the time my flatmate and I bought and ate the entire confection with a similar approach to Rachel and Chandler in that episode of Friends. You know which one. This cheesecake was not as good as that one, which is interesting as that one was actually priced at £2 from the Sainsbury's basics range. Don't knock it till you've tried it, believe me.

The company will do until I find a suitable replacement*.

Shirt - River Island
Trousers - Zara
Coat - Topshop
Sandals - Accessorize
Camera bag - Vintage
Necklace - H&M

The company accompanied me to the Trafalgar Square region for a quick peruse of photography, decidedly mediocre breakdancing, and bagpipes. I believe I have made my opinions on all three known at some point in the past however long I've been writing this blog. We then stood around in everybody's way for as long as possible, before going our separate ways. Until next time we have lunch together. (It's tomorrow).

*I won't, because she is the best out there.


Absolute Favourite - Ella's Bespoke Bow Ties

This is a post about Ella. And me, obviously. But mainly Ella.
To those of you who aren't aware, Ella is my a-little-older-but-a-lot-littler-sister. We are #BFFs lol, we don't look alike, though some say we do, and in many ways we are very different (good cop, bad cop: I'll leave you to agonise over who is which). There are, however, two particular things that we share (apart from almost every aspect of our lives): our very weird but nevertheless flawless sense of humour, and our obsession with bow ties. I can't remember the exact moment at which this addiction escalated from "problem" to "pathological" (haven't forgotten my A-Level psychology), but I do remember that it happened very quickly, and is now irreversible, even with the aid of extensive therapy.

In the wake of this and on the occasion of my birthday last weekend, Ella gave me (among the assortment of gifts in a SENSATIONAL goodie bag) a bow tie. But this was not just any old bow tie. Oh, no. Knowing how much I hate accidentally matching outfits with people, she ensured that she presented me with an item that no one else in the world would have: a hand-made bow tie of the highest quality. Ella has always had an incredible talent for textiles and DIY that I could only dream of, and a level of patience that I am incapable of comprehending due to limitations on my attention span and control over irrational frustrations... She also has a little bit of a weird thing for using jam jars for other things than jam, so the tie came in a tiny jam jar complete with personalised label.
I'm hopeful of receiving more bow ties in the coming months, though of course I will be purchasing them in the future.

I think that this is the start of a beautiful bow tie world takeover.

Bow tie: Hand made by Ella
Shirt: Topshop
Skirt: Zara
Jacket: H&M
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