Shamefully, and I mean shamefully, I left these behind in Milan. I had gone to the trouble of getting the Berluti staff to bring them in from London and then I had a silk meeting the following morning in Como in which I placed a big order and then out of sheer guilt for the amount I spent, I sheepishly didn't collect the shoes and convinced myself that 'I need every penny for my business right now'. I loved this pair of loafers. It was the one pair I wanted to take home to Sydney and side up next to some sartorially inclined Double Bay Trotter and not say a word, just let him marvel... let him know I had been to Europe and then just keep walking. It wasn't to be. It is the woman that I didn't call back, the one that got away, the ship that has now sailed. What you can't really make our from the image is that there is a kind of splotched orange patina on the loafer that makes the shades go from blood orange to a light orange that is tending towards white. A very unique shoe, very well crafted, sturdily built, not like those very light loafers that you won't get more than a season out of. And, finally, very reasonably priced considering what they are.