The Pitti Principles
Vital Meaningless Decisions
My Pitti attendance has started to veer erratically, which may be a good thing. I wasn’t there last June and didn’t really miss it (I doubt I was missed either!). My agenda is to see a few friends, eat well and enjoy Florence. Add some old Italian men (and young Japanese ones) in exceptional tailoring and that’s a good equation. If I have to see a dude in a three-piece suit twirling his mustache with a parakeet on his shoulder then that’s a burden I can bear.
These days I’m at Pitti on the vaguest terms, like A.J. Liebling studying in Paris when he said he was “loosely affiliated” with a school there—he attended the first day and never went back. I usually make the fair itself once or twice in very small doses and then that’s that.
So I had to decide what to bring. Answer: the most basic assortment possible. Here’s the list:
A grey flannel suit.