Over the past few weeks of keeping my eye on the prize, I've learned a few things. Red pants have no limitations- small children are forced into a pair just as willing adult males will wear them in any social environment and in any city. I imagine there are even red pants for grape picking and mozzarella making. Oddly, Roman taxi drivers do not own a single pair of colored pants-- perhaps jeans are their uniform of choice? Red pants travel in packs. Once one walks by, he will immediately be followed by a gaggle of red pant variants. Red pants are contagious- if you have never noticed them before, you won't be able to stop noticing them once introduced to the cult. Ask any Roman taxi driver-- apres moi, they are now on the hunt for red pants. It's Pavolovian.
Rating: 9.5 Look: Best Team Effort (note red ensemble)
May 23, Ara Pacis, Rome