The Pittilogues: Pitti Uomo 87, Day 1 (part 2)
These fragments we have shored against our ruin
I walk past a mirror before dinner and realize I have no business wearing Rick Owens tees. Or anything that isn't a potato sack. Let's put it this way: I will not be modeling Isaia's gladiatorial outfits anytime soon.
We are at Trattoria Armando tonight. It is the same place we went last winter, and much of the crew is the same. This should have been a sign....