One critical menswear situation in Milan has me pushing personal updates to the front of line, saving the bulk of time and concentration on anti-narcissistic measures. Namely, that particular menswear "situation." Tweets have already swarmed in flocks regarding Pitti so I figured a utilitarian portrayal of the black work shirt would be enough to live vicariously. The Italian history behind the shirt in question is simply an added bonus.
As far as the "personal" aspect of the update goes, roundtrips between Austin and outskirt suburbia have had affairs in a tumult...but I would hate to bore with stories of small-town nonsense. Instead, I'll delightfully add that the supreme white shirt has wistfully fallen into my fingertips, and one boy with a lightening scar on his forehead has drawn me into his adventures yet again. Victory has never tasted so sweet.