With Rome’s heat wave zapping almost every single thought stem I could ever have, the only brain burst in the past twenty-four hours is the realization that the Roman heat marks the end of Red Pants. Yes, we may see Red Shorts, Red Pants more immature cousin, but rarely will we find Red Pants when 30 degrees+ means fashion is flagrantly cast to the wind, whatever wind there may be.
Blog/ a bit of buzz about Rome and Italy.
18 Jun 12
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