If you’ve ever spent an hour at the Milano Centrale train station during rush hour, you might ask yourself – what’s all the hype about the fashion here? I’m not saying people were frumpy. But many were in a state of near-frump. And at best, they reached the heights of fashion-lite. For the younger, casual set, it’s all v-neck t-shirts with swirly designs like the side of a recreational vehicle, possible supplemented by incoherent English phrases and made up American sports team (although I am a huge fan of San Diego Regulation Baseball Club). For the professional set, they looked like they were pouring out of the cubicles of some Class B office tower ready to ride BART back to wherever. Maybe that’s the kind of commuter that is served by Milano Centrale (as opposed to the St. Albans PM express out of St. Pancras, which we accidentally rode on Tuesday, which was full of very sharply dressed banker or banker-proximate types). And I thought I'd look out of place in jeans - bah.
This now concludes my first and possibly last ever fashion blog. We now return to the regular programming.
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