I went to Florence, Italy with JCrew. (In Mickey Drexler’s private jet, which was an oh-so-sweet way to hop around Europe.)
While I was there, we sketched a pair of shoes in the morning, and the strappy high heels were delivered to us by dinner that evening. And, yes, the scream was real!
We got trapped inside one of those teensy European elevators, and the usually cool, calm, and collected Jenna Lyons got a bit shaky.
And the fifth generation shoe maker— well, you don’t find that level of expertise and sophistication just anywhere. As the owner said, it’s in “the blood.”
Not to mention our wild night at the world famous Villa D’Este in Lake Como where women’s designer Marissa did a catwalk on our table in the middle of dinner.