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Monday, August 29, 2011

The Devil Wears Kiton

Naples Defines Sartorial Refinement




Naples is one of the world’s most creative and energetic cities, a Mediterranean version of New York. It has the same energy, the same beautiful people, and the same nonstop tempo as Manhattan at its most frenetic, and it’s been that way even longer.



Big factories have not done well there, but businesses based on high style and elegance have become world-class enterprises. Some of the finest furniture in Italy—from inlaid marble desks and tables to magnificent carved wooden pieces—is made in Naples, and men’s fashion has reached its highest level (and certainly its highest prices) in Naples, from Marinella ties to the super-chic ateliers of Borrelli, Isaia, Attolini, Kiton, Barba, Rubinacci, and others.


It may seem counter-intuitive that a city famed for mass misery should simultaneously be a world center of luxury men’s style, but the “Naples look” now dominates the top-of-the-line market throughout the Western world, from New York and San Francisco to Hong Kong, St. Petersburg, and Dubai. In fact, the city’s fashion industry is booming, accounting for 34 percent of Neapolitan exports. There are some 5,422 enterprises producing clothing, leather, and shoes in and around Naples.



The success comes, in part, from the fact that almost all garments from the leading Neapolitan companies are handmade. No two are exactly the same, even those that are “ready-to-wear” rather than custom-tailored. Moreover, there are two basic components of Neapolitan sartorial elegance that make these clothes special:



First, the quality of the fabrics. With rare exceptions, the fabrics are manufactured by select British and Italian mills and are unique to the Neapolitan tailors. The wool typically comes from New Zealand, where Merino lambs produce an unusually fine fiber which, in turn, is woven into very soft and flexible wool. The cotton is of the highest quality, as is the cashmere that is often blended into both summer and winter garments. Clothes made from such fabrics are extraordinarily comfortable, and really do feel like a “second skin.”



This feel is further enhanced by the second component: the internal architecture, especially inside the jackets. A very soft canvas chest-liner enables the jacket to move easily and still maintain its elegant design. It’s costly both because it is cut and stitched by hand and because the preparation of the canvas takes time and attention. This style is a distinct departure from Saville Row clothes, which are more rigid. The other Neapolitan stylistic innovation is a paucity of padding. Jackets are softer and more closely shaped to the natural slope of the back, neck, and shoulders than other styles. This approach, too, gives customers a greater sense of freedom and naturalness, and, while most of the suits and jackets you find in the United States have at least some padding, it is still minimal when compared to domestic products, or to British or continental clothes.



Fashion writers are sometimes at a loss for superlatives when they describe Neapolitan style. “I ponder the strange confluence of substance and accident,” wrote Jo Durden-Smith for the upscale American Express magazine Departures. “The weather; the dramatic geography; the Baroque sensibility; the English visitors; the Norman, German, French, Spanish, and conquerors; the royal courts; the street theater; the love of display; the tradition of craftsmanship—that has contrived to produce Neapolitan sartoria.”





I certainly see the Neapolitans’ great flair and sense of elegance, along with at least two other important elements common to all creative people, and particularly refined (and often overlooked) among successful Neapolitans: ruthlessness and arrogance.



If you talk to these captains of style, you will find that they are masters of marketing, superb salesmen, and utterly disdainful of their competition. Ciro Paone, the owner/creator of Kiton, is merciless when he talks about the other masters of Neapolitan style, proclaiming his own clothes more elegant, and more virile. His career bespeaks a toughness of mind and spirit that is common to all captains of industry.



It is not intuitively obvious that there are many men in this world who will enthusiastically pay $6,000 or $7,000 for a jacket and a pair of pants, no matter how elegantly crafted or how magnificent the fabric. But Ciro Paone and the others know better. Ciro didn’t start by making nice suits, building up a clientele, and gradually raising prices. From the very beginning, Kiton (named after the Greek robe, the chiton) charged top lira—more, in fact, than you would expect to pay for custom-made suits (Kiton clothes are entirely handmade, but they are rarely made to order). Paone now employs more than 300 tailors. As you would expect, he’s expanding the line: there are now handmade Kiton shoes, ties, and shirts, along with perfume and women’s clothes. And it is all done with the same single-minded attention to detail and elegance that characterizes the firm in everything it does.



Today, the Neapolitans are omnipresent in the luxury market. It is an amazing achievement, especially when you consider the prices. Kiton suits, for example, average around $6,000, and you can easily find a vicuna suit for more than twice as much. Attolini and Rubinacci are in the same stratospheric range, with Isaia and Borrelli marginally more affordable (roughly $4,000 a suit). Shirts, and even a pair of gloves, run in the $500 range.



Now, I don’t quite see the city’s long history incarnated in a Finamore shirt or one of Cesare Attolini’s suits. But I do see the historical connection. “See Naples and die,” a quotation attributed to wits from Virgil to Goethe, admonishes travelers to absorb the beauty of the setting and the drama of the city itself. But today, the world’s elite is more likely to say, “See Naples and buy.”


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Diego Della Vale Pt. 2

Della Valle, 57, is in love with Italy’s most fabled region. He describes to me how he looks down from his helicopter when he is flying between Siena and Florence to find “total aesthetic perfection, a synthesis of everything that is beautiful about Italy”.



The understanding of material aspiration and, as he puts it, people’s “dreams” to be associated with high-quality products is central to Della Valle’s marketing vision. I ask him how and why certain products – the gommini, the D-bag – become fashion icons. “Because they are perfect: in aesthetic terms, their proportions, their quality.” Does he instantly recognise when a new product is destined for such status? “Yes, immediately. They are like thoroughbreds. You know they will last. And then it becomes a matter of maintaining coherence, with the re-editions, to make sure the DNA of the product is consistent.”



With all this talk of Asian resurgence, does he consider that the “Made in Italy” label will retain its lustre? “Yes,” he replies unhesitatingly. “Because it is still the maximum guarantee of high quality for products such as ours. It's like the Swiss for watches.” READ:
Diego Della Valle Pt. 1



I ask how he divides his time, and he says that his decision to bring up his son Filippo in the same village, indeed in the same school that he himself attended, forces him to travel. There is a summer house in Capri, another house in Milan, another in Paris, another in New York, another in Miami. A boat to cruise the Mediterranean. Another boat that used to belong to John F Kennedy, moored in Capri. He recounts the list unostentatiously, professes his love of the simple life, and manages not to sound disingenuous.



We talk some more about the great Italian brands, and I mention Ferrari. “I just got one today,” he says with no ceremony whatsoever. In fact, he explains, he ordered it some time ago but has just received the phone call saying it was ready. Luca di Montezemolo, Ferrari’s chairman, is a close friend and Della Valle picked out the car with Filippo, customising it with his trademark colours



He tells me about the initials, DDD, that are written on his private jet, which stand for Dignità, Dovere, Divertimento – Dignity, Duty, Fun. Picking out a Ferrari, he says, belongs in the last category, “but it is important to respect the mixture of those three qualities.”



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Financial Times

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Life Lessons from Churchill

The Churchill family always lived well




Winston had always contrived to be "well-mounted," a horsey term which he used to signify "able to maintain a comfortable existence in society." As he once put it: "All my life, I have earned my own living, so that I have always had a bottle of champagne for myself and another for a friend."


Indeed, Churchill practiced what he preached. There was a succession of first-class cooks. The cellars were ample. He nearly always drank champagne at mealtimes (as was normal among the richer politicians of his generation). His favorite was Pol Roger. Toward the end of his life he said the 1928 vintage, of which he bought a great quantity, was the best ever bottled. Madame Roger became a friend of his and named a special cru after him. In turn, when he formed a racehorse stable, he named a horse after the brand. He had a special room for his cigars, of which the Romeo y Julieta was his chosen Havana.


Text adapted from Paul Johnson's "Churchill"