If the ever-expanding universe of street and technical fashion has you wondering where menswear has sequestered its razor-sharp wool three-pieces and louche, linen hot-weather siblings, the answer’s Pitti Uomo. At the biannual menswear trade show in Florence, tip-top tailoring in playful pinstripes/fruity florals/you name it inhabit the show spaces, while the exteriors transform into its attendees’ playground.
But the Pitti peacock, as the sartorially emphatic have been affectionately christened over the years, isn’t just of the male gender. They’re also women: editors who make a living telling men what colour suit they should wear to a beach versus garden wedding, and buyers who decide what men get to peruse and purchase on store racks. Below, the finest ladies in the sandpit, with a smattering of gents—just ‘cos, you know, menswear.