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Too tired right now to get on with a full journal entry, but at least let me defend myself against @Synthese's claim that my professed dislike of strip clubs is disingenuous. First of all, I think I've only been maybe five times in my life. If I actually liked them I'd probably go more often. Second, strip clubs were pretty much ruined forever for me one sordid evening in one of the grosser DC strip clubs. The on-stage performances were off-putting so I put myself on the side of the table that faced the wall while my friend looked over my shoulder at the stripping ex-con behind me. Then there came a moment when his eyes widened in amazement, he pointed in the direction our entertainer and opined, "Damn - now that's a big *****." I haven't been back to a strip club since.
As for the Tie Your Tie party, it was a distillation of the best parts of Pitti. People there were dressed very nicely, but not in order to grab the eye of the bloggerati at the Pitti wall. Free refills on Prosecco and lasagna with funghi. Although Greg didn't have any lasagna because he claims he can't eat standing up. I think that's a French thing. Anyway, I'm glad Synth now owns a tie. Looking forward to the email I'll get in a few months asking me how to tie it. Tie Your Tie, J.
Apparently from the cocktails onward my reporting is unreliable, as I didn't notice any of the "very noticeable BO" Jasper attributes to our waitress. In fact, I thought we had a waiter, not a waitress.
My Pitti 86 resolutions are not going well. Italy plays on Friday night, and I leave on Friday afternoon, so that's not going to happen. I didn't take any pictures inside my hotel room, but I did allow Jasper to take some ridiculous and embarrassing pictures of me in the service of ridiculing #menswear. Really my only victory has been finding a girl in a bikini:
And I've also found the secret to Synth's super powers. It's all about the toothpick:
Here's two well-dressed Italian-looking guys on the street outside Pitti:
Follow this link for complete StyFo Pitti coverage
As for the Tie Your Tie party, it was a distillation of the best parts of Pitti. People there were dressed very nicely, but not in order to grab the eye of the bloggerati at the Pitti wall. Free refills on Prosecco and lasagna with funghi. Although Greg didn't have any lasagna because he claims he can't eat standing up. I think that's a French thing. Anyway, I'm glad Synth now owns a tie. Looking forward to the email I'll get in a few months asking me how to tie it. Tie Your Tie, J.
Apparently from the cocktails onward my reporting is unreliable, as I didn't notice any of the "very noticeable BO" Jasper attributes to our waitress. In fact, I thought we had a waiter, not a waitress.
My Pitti 86 resolutions are not going well. Italy plays on Friday night, and I leave on Friday afternoon, so that's not going to happen. I didn't take any pictures inside my hotel room, but I did allow Jasper to take some ridiculous and embarrassing pictures of me in the service of ridiculing #menswear. Really my only victory has been finding a girl in a bikini:
And I've also found the secret to Synth's super powers. It's all about the toothpick:
Here's two well-dressed Italian-looking guys on the street outside Pitti:
Follow this link for complete StyFo Pitti coverage
