The extremities of stark white and faded denim are obviously taken to 'lunarious' levels (guess the reference) when juxtaposed with local mosaics. Insert a fountain into the equation, and one fulfills the requirements of vicarious living if the desire to be Roman were there. This is a testament to that fact, so I guess I can scratch off any planned voyages to the Italian mainland (not really). Other pertinent things to take note of: the belt-less half-sweater tuck and the blanket scarf. Both guarantors of comfort and promises to be more Machiavellian toward my own style ideals.
(antiquated gap sweater, dbrand jeans, zara scarf, ray-ban sunglasses)