I recently binge-watched the entire second season of Master of None in a grand total of two days (and people say bloggers have no talent) with no context re: what happened in season one. Or even what the show was about.
The reason? I had read an article that briefly mentioned the timeless Italian style showcased via this season’s female lead, Francesca. This followed hotly on the heels of an article I had written for the esteemed journalistic publication that you are currently gracing with your eyeballs about our weird obsession with French style. Which led me to wonder, Carrie Bradshaw-style, about the sartorial personalities of other countries.
England is a unique combination of classic sophistication and grungey street style. Sweden favours minimalist, monochrome styles. We all know France = a breton shirt and a baguette (the hottest accessory since the straw bag). When I think of India, I think of colour and vibrant patterns. And Italy? Italy is simple, glamorous, and generally worn by a woman who in my head looks like a mashup of Sofia Loren and Monica Vitti.
While I know this is another sweeping generalization made that definitely does not reflect the real diversity of the country —I know this because I grew up in Rome, and for every wine glass-wielding chic woman clad in all black there was another two steps behind her dressed in a pink velour tracksuit— it’s a style I’m much more drawn to than its French counterpart. It helps that it’s extremely conducive to my pre-existing wardrobe of all black clothing items.
So, feeling inspired by that and particularly by this Francesca look from the opening episode of Master of None, I set out to recreate something that was simple and wearable for everyday but had that tiny element of sneaky elegance that would elevate it from something ordinary to something a bit reminiscent of a past era.
The look aspired to: timeless Italian glamour à la Dolce Vita. The look achieved: part-time pirate with an affinity for breezy linens.
In pursuit of a Francesca-approved outfit I discovered my new favourite way to wear a button down (with the sleeves rolled up past elbow length) and also discovered a few new blisters due to my stylish yet extremely uncomfortable choice of footwear.
I tucked in a navy linen button down into some simple black trousers and matched the aforementioned shoes from some kind of hell to my shirt. But my fave part of all would have to be the bag. I came into possession of this treasure c/o my grandmother’s house, and I love how 20s/30s it looks. It’s the type of thing that I imagine would be perfect to bring to a café where I would sit alone and sip an espresso, wistfully staring off into the distance whilst contemplating my failed relationship with a man named Jean-Claude who stole my baguettes and left me for a Spanish woman, the bastard.