Letters from Abroad

BOLOGNA, Italy – I have always thought that the winter season and a good sense of fashion were mutually exclusive until I moved here. When the temperature drops, my wardrobe usually consists of leggings under ripped jeans and an assortment of my boyfriend’s sweatshirts. Style takes a backseat to the need to stay toasty. \nWhen I moved to Italy, I noticed right away that what defines “American style” is typically comfort. Before purchasing a bag, I first have to think of its ergonomics. Is the strap long enough? Are there pockets a-plenty? After I decide whether or not it is practical, I consider the color and design. My jeans have to fit just right. Shoes have to be at least comfortable enough to trek to the bars and back. \nThe Italians, however, take their clothes as seriously as they take their pasta. Upon my arrival, my flip-flops went into the trash and I pushed the T-shirts into the back of my armoire. Euro-style is defined by loud statements, and my bland Midwestern attire just wasn’t making the grade. \nThis weekend, my friend and I went to the Montagnola outdoor clothing market in downtown Bologna to sample some of the finest examples of Italian winter fashion. It is indeed possible to stay warm and look good at the same time. For instance, ponchos are coming back into style. Don’t think of the kind that also require a sombrero, but of lovely flowing folds of fabric. They come in a variety of colors, are very cozy to wrap up in and still offer a peek of the cute sweater you are wearing underneath. If you are like me and must wear a parka, choose one with a fur (fake, of course) detail. Fur is huge here in Italy, and it adds a touch of class to an otherwise bland winter coat. Tights can be worn under a long sweater for a night out. Note the emphasis on “long.” Tights should never double as pants. Ever. High boots are also a wonderful winter footwear option. You can still wear heels, but they remain somewhat sensible. \n I became a little sad, sifting through piles of green velvet boots and tights in every color of the rainbow. My friend and I realized that if we attempt to import our new “Euro” sense of style to the States, we will probably be looked upon as freaks. \n Do me a favor. Break this terrible habit of dressing like frumps in the Midwest before I get back. I have a great new poncho that I really want to wear.