That special something...

For those of you who have ever thought of it as a light subject, it’s not. At least not when you live in Italy.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but in summer my style always tends toward minimalist, careless chic—as in, I don’t care what I wear, as long as it’s cool. I generally wear only basic makeup jewelry—who needs all that stuff on their skin, anyway?

But here, style continues into the summer. Probably around 90% of the women on the street now are wearing dresses—a cool, comfortable, fluttery option. And although many of them I wouldn’t wear myself, being a girl I don’t have so much of a personal problem with the lack of modesty some of them display, so I’ve mostly been enjoying the fashion show. But it’s very different from the American look-like-you’re-gorgeous-without-trying look. They definitely try, and know what they’re doing. I hand in my hat to them.

I went out to the park yesterday, it being my day off, and knew I was going there to read and tan. So I wore a sleeveless denim shirt over a tank top, shorts, and black sandals that are sort of like flip-flops, but not.

Out on the street, I had the feeling of one who has been caught in the main building during business hours when there is a reception going on wearing gym clothes—or maybe pajamas. Maybe like you and I felt, C, in the Galleria, only more so. I slunk my way down the sidewalk, feeling all the reproving eyes on me, half expecting to be reprimanded for dressing out of code. I know they were looking at the faded polish on my toenails. But why don’t I ever think of that while I’m at home?

This is ridiculous, I finally told myself. I am an adult, and I ought to be able to wear whatever I want to wear to walk on the street going to the park. This is a street, not a by-invitation-only fashion show. I refuse to be self-conscious. I am an American, and I will dress like it if I want to!

But later I bought a set of bangle bracelets to have another accessory.

If you want to see for yourself:

thesartorialist.blogspot.com has several pictures from the streets of Italy. These people aren’t the exception, they’re the Rule.