Face of a Hero
On April 17- this past Thursday - my Great Uncle Mario turned 90. A stone mason by trade, Uncle Mario has always been a man with an extraordinary strength of body, mind, and character that epitomizes his so-called greatest generation.
As a young man Mario was known for carrying a 100 pound bag of cement on each shoulder as though they were air. He was also known for his fierce and swift defense of the powerless in the face of injustice. This earned him the apt moniker “Bruise.”
This strength led him in 1944 to enlist in the U.S Army at age 18 to aid in the efforts to stop Hitler’s world-threatening aggression. This strength also propelled him to fight so bravely in the Battle of the Bulge that he earned a Bronze Star. It was also this strength that allowed him to persevere when he was captured by the Nazis and sent to Buchenwald prison camp until he was liberated six months later and 67
This kind of strength and heroism has largely disappeared from our culture these days, making me that much more grateful to have Uncle Mario as a shining example in my life.
Happy birthday, Bruise. And thank you for all that you have done.
Two extraordinarily talented Italians very patiently trying to understand a long-winded American question.
To the incomparable tredicielupo on his 30th birthday, who has accomplished an extraordinary amount in his three decades. I look forward to many, many more walks across that bridge together.
Today, no one cares to look like another clone in a soft shouldered suit and a knit tie.
Jake Gallagher (via voxsart)
The visigoths are at the gates. (via tredicielupo)
There are moments — inflection points — where one gains true clarity about those who are part of something lasting and those who merely were along for the ride as long as it was of the moment. In other words: those who have style and those who instead are driven by fashion. Shakespeare captured it in a more fundamental context in Henry V:
"That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse; We would not die in that man’s company That fears his fellowship to die with us."
Real culture is made by those who recognize the enduring value of excellence not the ephemeral titillation of fashion.
Who knew he was just trying to stay warm?
Mannina shoes. Made in Italy with love
I am the lucky and proud owner of four pair of Mannina shoes - two loafers and two lace ups. He is a wonderful fiorentino gentleman, and an old-school craftsman. His prices for measured made-to-order (my sense is they are not fully bespoke, individually lasted shoes) are incredibly reasonable - about $450- (they used to be absurdly cheap at $225 before the euro) and the quality of the loafers in particular is fantastic. Plus, he’s precisely the kind of artisan I love to support.
We’re not going to sit here and let you bad mouth the United States of America!
Gentleman, pitti uomo 85, perfect!
Sekretpolice’s Guide to getting photographed at Pitti Uomo:
1. Go to Pitti Uomo
2. Buy suede shoes and a turtleneck
3. Grow a beard
4. Have your brother become a celebrated menswear prodigy and icon and tell you how to dress
5. Hang out with your brother’s coolest friends — like @agyesh, @kiddandy, @theArmoury, @Ethandesu, #saintcrispins, #carsonstreet, @andrewseibert — as much as possible. >6. Leave the Fortezza late afternoon when things are slow and all the cool kids are sleeping off Gilli from the night before
Kidding aside, merci Maxime.
Today I received my fantastic new Roberto Ugolini suede chukka boots. They fit well (which given my very large and hard-to-fit feet is an accomplishment in and of itself). It is the details however, such as the perfect balance, the elegant last, the contrast leather edge piping and the Norvegese construction that make these boots stand out. Grazie tante to my friend Roberto - he is truly a maestro.