Like a self satisfied, smirkin’ SOB
Dressed-by-internet, right? The tortoise shades, the quilted down vest worn over a tailored jacket, floppy hat, the blogger blue blazer - this has to be textbook pitti shit, correct? Well no, and yes. No, because the swaggering SOB was snapped by geriatric streetstyle blogger Ari Seth Cohen back in ‘09. And yes since the SOB in question, who’s name I forgot - but I do know he was an instrumental and pioneering figure in bringing the first Neapolitan tailored RTW to the US of A - knew it was going to be textbook pitti/blogger shit eventually. I figure our hatted Harry and sartorial soothsayer here must have been in the business for at least 40 years which makes me wonder: does he simply know what’s what (a.k.a. an early adopter) or is it sheer trickle down power (a.k.a. an initiator) who can enlighten me?
Then to think that at the time, oh-oh-oh back in O-nine, I was mostly curious about how much time this man had spent in the morning miscoordinating his belt and shoes and the off white shirt… Anyway, if you are able to id this dude, please send me message, and if you don’t know, well, then check out this grainy vid about Pitti and trends? Come to think of it, Meryl Streep as fashion editor
Anna Wintour Miranda Priestly in a little guilty pleasure called The Devil Wears Prada (2006), describes the viral aspects of a (fashion) trend best in her 'cerulean monologue'. A great piece of screen writing, interesting for both students of film and fashion eh style. Here is a transcript which I stole from IMDB, Miranda schools her assistent Andy, who is the clueless protagonist the romcom is centered around.
Miranda Priestly: [Miranda and some assistants are deciding between two similar belts for an outfit. Andy sniggers because she thinks they look exactly the same] Something funny?
Andrea ‘Andy’ Sachs: No. No, no. Nothing’s… You know, it’s just that both those belts look exactly the same to me. You know, I’m still learning about all this stuff and, uh…
Miranda Priestly: ‘This… stuff’? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select… I don’t know… that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent… wasn’t it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff.