Its worth noting that DC gets a horrible rep as a mecca of fashion mayhem for no good damn reason. And although I tend to vent my own frustrations out on this vessel I call District Cut with sometimes enlightening but always humorous subtext (I'm a DC native, so I'm allowed), that isn't a remote proof that DC suffers from a bad case of 'fashion disaster' in the subtext of general speaking. Sure, there is Capitol Hill, where boxy blue suits and 'Donald Trump hair' reign supreme; but take a closer look and you will spot the likes of Congressman Aaron Schock and other young staffers who do professional attire right. Then we have Dupont Circle, where the conservatives would take notice of the over-abundance of fashion faux pas, that in modern terms aren't faux pas at all but rather creativity bearing its ugly head in the most unlikeliest of manners. And oh yeah, I can't forget about the visiting inhabitants...the tourist with their fanny packs, 'comfort above all' tennis shoes, baseball caps, and the ever popular 'I Love DC' shirts - a sight that tends to shoot our fair city right down to fashion hell. But wait, fast forward to late-January 2009 and suddenly DC is back to the Camelot-era and cool again - as if we ever weren't. Thanks to a first lady who favors Thakoon, Jason Wu, and J. Crew above Oscar de la Renta and a manicured yet masculine president, the world takes notice of just how fascinating DC is.
Setting: early 1970; Florence, Italy
Scenario: A young monsieur has just woke up in his families villa on the bank of the Arno river. As quiet as humanly possible, so not to wake his sleeping wife, he slips out of bed and into the nearest garments to protect him from the brisk, Italian nights breeze - a pair of faded jeans and a new Missoni sweater. As he makes his way out of the house and into the familiar alley way, he spots an equally familiar figure. The beauty of the slender, model frame, long dark locks, and porcelain white skin is one that he has dreamed about every night since his last encounter with her...a month back when he was able to skip away from his horrid marriage and into his true loves arms. He locks eyes with the familiar figure and a feeling of nothing but love and pleasure is exuded through his spline. They move closer and closer, inch by inch, with anxiety and lust growing each step they make towards one another. Finally, they are close enough to kiss...but instead of an expected caress, they intensly hug. So intense and passionate a hug, her ruby red lipstick is smeared on the sweater...
The stories that accompany the Missoni Sweater: Priceless
5 comments:
so I guess its up to us to finish the story?
$58 for Missoni? This is an amazing find.
$58 for Missoni is un-heard of. Me thinks Treasury deserves a visit from me.
I wish I lived in a major city like DC. Im stuck in the boondocks way over in Texas where the nearest clothing store is miles and miles away.
Can't wait to see what else you find!!
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