Sorry for the lack of progress, guys - as @Jen noted elsewhere, the internet has been spotty and slow - and this year we've been very busy. On top of that, I may have contracted some sort of Mongolian death virus. Will update ASAP
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....