This is my second time visiting the Pitti Uomo tradeshow in Florence. I already knew it was a hotbed of dapper menswear style, expressed through immaculate tailoring, subtle details and clever accessorising through blogs such as The Sartorialist, who has always championed the street style at Pitti Uomo.
I’m fully aware of the fact that I personally stick out like a sore thumb because a) I’m a girl, b) I’m not Italian and c) well.. just the fact that my clothes don’t fit in at all.
Case in point, I think I may have took it a step too far when I was going around interrogating well to do menswear brands with their subtle detailing and beautiful fabrics whilst wearing an outfit that someone has titled Sugar Sparkles – here I’m wearing a pleather top, an Emma Cook shirt, some Romance was Born tinsel gym shorts, H&M cycling shorts, my new Nicholas Kirkwood sandals, topped off with a printed Swash rucksack.
In contrast, here are the type of gentlemen that have been walking the grounds of Pitti.
All photos by Tommy Ton for GQ.
Oh well, a major FAIL in terms of trying to blend into the background.
But then you spot gentleman like this one here. I’m not sure what it is he does but he turns up on streestyle blogs quite regularly. I’m sure he gets tagged with eccentric, quirky and eclectic much like my style gets tagged with the same things. I love that he does write his own rules in terms of his style, putting his personality out there through his clothes whilst confining himself to the language that underwrites menswear. Unfortunately, womenswear doesn’t have those boundaries and thus you get crazed ensembles such as my tinsel short outing. Actually, why am I saying Unfortunately… – nay, I maintain that I love the boundary less quality of womenswear… and as menswear shows are beginning now in Milan and Paris, perhaps we see the boundaries being erased one by one anyway.