It would be nice to come back as an Italian living in a village that made beautiful clothes from natural fibres. It's very funny that when you speak with or hear from tailors or artisans on or around Savile Row they are never quite as polished as their Italian counterparts. Perhaps we don't hear twangs in Italian accents or perhaps the backbone of the Italian fashion industry is still run by old Italian families with droplets of blue blood still running in their veins. Who knows? But I reiterate my point, it would be nice to be reincarnated as one of these Italians that seems as comfortable in their own skin as the cashmere that covers their customer's bodies.
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