I lived in Italy for a while in Lire days. Leaving my job to return to London, I was paid over 1m Lire redundancy money, which I spent, grandly, on one "Mafioso" coat!
Which I hope you still own? The thing about those clothes is that they do last a lifetime. One of my millennial folks is currently strutting in a jacket that was inherited from their nonno - and looking mighty fine in it.
This struck home! Love all the details of the shops, the names, the fabrics, and your silent interplay with the boss at the club...I too was under the spell of similar things, especially when I first moved to New York in '73. Influenced by such estimable films as BORSALINO and KISS OF DEATH, I outfitted myself with a black pinstripe suit with vest and white tie, as per Belmondo, Delon, and Widmark. Wide-brimmed black fedora, of course, and then I strutted down West 3rd Street in the infamy of all my fantasies..did manage, in these duds, to even pick up a pretty blonde dish along the way!
I know exactly which shop this is: the piping is a giveaway. A look in its windows used to be the wonderfully comical prelude to the Wallace Collection down the road.
The consolation? When it comes to fashioning sentences, you are the Capo dei capi
I lived in Italy for a while in Lire days. Leaving my job to return to London, I was paid over 1m Lire redundancy money, which I spent, grandly, on one "Mafioso" coat!
Which I hope you still own? The thing about those clothes is that they do last a lifetime. One of my millennial folks is currently strutting in a jacket that was inherited from their nonno - and looking mighty fine in it.
Unfortunately, no. I went off it completely after a year or two!
Someone got a good charity shop bargain!
This struck home! Love all the details of the shops, the names, the fabrics, and your silent interplay with the boss at the club...I too was under the spell of similar things, especially when I first moved to New York in '73. Influenced by such estimable films as BORSALINO and KISS OF DEATH, I outfitted myself with a black pinstripe suit with vest and white tie, as per Belmondo, Delon, and Widmark. Wide-brimmed black fedora, of course, and then I strutted down West 3rd Street in the infamy of all my fantasies..did manage, in these duds, to even pick up a pretty blonde dish along the way!
Uufffii Papi corto y grosso pa vos !!
I know exactly which shop this is: the piping is a giveaway. A look in its windows used to be the wonderfully comical prelude to the Wallace Collection down the road.
Marvelous writing. Pictured everything you wrote, and then some.
hahahahaha the last sentence caught me by surprise, congrats
Good to “hear” your voice, again. Thank you.