Streetwear 08

I saw many fashionable people walking the streets today.
People who were able to dress to wander the streets in style without any sex-for-sale connotations.
Church-fearing family folk. Smart locals who could accessorize better than Freddy from Scooby Doo.
If you were trapped in the 80s, when Italy for example last had style and for them time froze, you might even call it a European chic. (I fear for the national outrage when someone tells them that high waistbands have been out for 20 years. Please read the papers and avoid Sicily around that time).
This afternoon, a young gentleman might be mostly wearing his gently placed cashmere scarf with aplomb.
A silver haired pensioner might be carrying off a smart jacket with distinction.
A middle aged lady might belie her true years with sophistication and carefully applied make-up attracting the eye of the youngest man.
Or you might see what I saw today, a teenage girl with a huge arse, wearing a pink that shocked in more ways than it had number of gut-covering layers.
She carried it off alright.
Kicking and screaming.