
This past June, during my sartorial voyage through Bologna, Milan, Florence and Naples, a chance encounter had a major impact on me. After weeks surrounded by elegance and refinement, I came across the best-dressed man in Italy far from Pitti Uomo and Montpeliano.
I’ve written an article for Title Magazine about the moment. Here’s an excerpt:
He isn’t a fashion model. He isn’t a style icon. He isn’t an influencer. I don’t even know his name. He’s an old man who walked past me one evening in Bologna. Most people wouldn’t have noticed him. His style was understated and unaffected and even a bit louche. And he looked like he couldn’t care less about proportions, lapel widths and all the rules of #menswear.





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