I’m in New York City now, which means I’m not in Italy, which means I have no fresh Old Man Antonio fix for you this fine Friday, but I can, however, offer you Diego’s latest critiques of my clothes.

“Been busy knitting, I see.”

“So I see what you’ve done here is take a jacket and wrap it around your ass. No, it’s nice, really. It’s very hip. You look like a hipster. Good work.”

But on the other hand, he does approve of this:

“This is nice. It’s not bad. It fits you well. I bet you’re the only person wearing a white coat in New York City. Did you get this in Italy? It’s nice.”

Baby steps, my friends. Baby steps.