Style

7 p.m. Forte dei Marmi. On the beach.
“Have you stopped admiring yourself in front of the mirror?”, said Annalisa. “We’ll be late.”

She was already dressed to the nines. Beautiful, impeccable. As always.

“OK, OK, I’ll be with you in a minute!” A man’s wardrobe. Time for a quick mental check.
I wondered, “What does a man-about-town take with him to a beach resort?”

Annalisa, in the meantime, tapping her foot and looking at the ceiling. Something about a “dandy”.

She’s right, of course. It’s not easy living with a perfectionist.
“OK, I’m ready!”, I said, “Call Edo. Tell him we’ll be down in 10 minutes!”
The fabric caught my attention.
Something about its softness, a sense of lightness.
“Washed” jacket - jersey. Casual, light, comfort! Impeccable.
No other words for it. Sneakers, Bermudas, my Cantarelli washed. Perfect!

Edo was there at the door in his Aston Martin.
Next to him his latest flame, Giulia. I glanced at Annalisa,
“So, I’m the dandy… eh?” “White horses and chariot next time?”, I said to Edo.
“That’ll be the day…”, said Edo. Style means light ….
Absolute Light Washed - Cantarelli, 250 grams of bespoken technology.
Annalisa and Giulia smiled at each other, thinking “Men…”.

Ten minutes later, enjoying the sunset in front of a cocktail on a beach terrace bar.
Something special in the air that evening.
Summery. Unrepeatable.
The sensation of total ease with oneself, just as one is.
I looked down at my Cantarelli “Washed”, jersey cloth.
The thought came to me: the way you decide to dress is a reflection of how you think.
Everyone should say what they have to say, freely, whenever.

Edo smiled, raised his glass.
The collar of his Cantarelli Absolute Light Washed,
slightly raised, revealed its mesh-lining. Light - diaphanous even.
He knew what I was thinking…...
Edo knows everything, of course …... Style.