Jon and Jeremy, 2/3 of ROTM, en route to Fortezza da Basso earlier this morning.
Shortly thereafter, Jon didn’t judge me for accidentally flinging a cigarette over my head when I gave him a demonstration regarding how Kidult paint bombs buildings in Paris. For that, I am forever grateful.
Jon looks real black in this picture… like “fits the description” black.
Camo’s guerilla marketing campaign outside of Pitti Uomo drew a pretty huge crowd. Sure, it was clever, and the kits looked pretty good, but you would have figured they would find some models who could actually play poker—shit kind of looked like a #menswear version of a Ciroc commercial.
The copy here is classic
Want. Monitaly. #pitti (Taken with instagram)
The Monitaly crew doing what they do in all over print suits. I actually fuck with this (the individual pieces).
The Legend of Pitti Uomo
Pitti Uomo is the annual holiday celebrated by men’s style bloggers and menswear enthusiasts around the world. It is a celebration of the birth of Steezus Christ, God’s only bespoken son, and thousands flock to Florence for the event. Bloggers that cannot attend Pitti have fashioned their own traditions: the most popular being preparing the RSS feeds for “gifts” from Crisp Kringle (shown above) and his team of fashion photographers, the most popular being Tommy Ton and Scott Schumann.
All Dressed Up With Nowhere To Go.
