FlyingMonkey
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I thought it would be fun to have a thread on chance or unusual meetings with great clothes designers or tailors.
I'll kick off with the story that inspired the thread idea. Back when I was in my twenties I studied for a Masters degree in environmental management and rural development. Halfway through this course, we got the chance to go on an intensive field visit to Tuscany. There was a lot of work in between the visits to Chianti vineyards and Peccorino factories (really!). However we also were taken to visit the Prada design centre and factory just south of Firenze and, on one day, we visited the estate of a local aristocratic family who we were assured were doing great things in terms of community development. The family was the Feragamo family. Anyway, we were served lunch by a certain Salvatore, who was very courteous, somewhat distant, and stylish in what seemed to be a rather stiff way. The lunch, by the way, was unimpressive and rather cheap compared to the hospitality we had been enjoying elsewhere.
The kicker is that at this time in my life, I was largely wearing cheap denim, old cycling shirts and general anything I could find for less than $10 in the thrift store. I had only a vague idea what Prada was and no idea who this Salvatore Feragamo bloke was. If only I knew then what I know now...
I'll kick off with the story that inspired the thread idea. Back when I was in my twenties I studied for a Masters degree in environmental management and rural development. Halfway through this course, we got the chance to go on an intensive field visit to Tuscany. There was a lot of work in between the visits to Chianti vineyards and Peccorino factories (really!). However we also were taken to visit the Prada design centre and factory just south of Firenze and, on one day, we visited the estate of a local aristocratic family who we were assured were doing great things in terms of community development. The family was the Feragamo family. Anyway, we were served lunch by a certain Salvatore, who was very courteous, somewhat distant, and stylish in what seemed to be a rather stiff way. The lunch, by the way, was unimpressive and rather cheap compared to the hospitality we had been enjoying elsewhere.
The kicker is that at this time in my life, I was largely wearing cheap denim, old cycling shirts and general anything I could find for less than $10 in the thrift store. I had only a vague idea what Prada was and no idea who this Salvatore Feragamo bloke was. If only I knew then what I know now...
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