A summery celebration of soft tailoring tenets and Italian-milled fabrics, shot across the sun-lit cobblestone streets of Florence on an especially warm weekend.
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love – of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away!
- Charles Dickens
“Through these old streets I wander dreamily; Around me Florence sweeps her busy tide of life.”
- William Leighton
“Everything about Florence seems to be coloured with a mild violet, like diluted wine.”
- Henry James