TheUglyGoat© Fashion

The Sunset Commission Lorenzo closed his eyes for a moment, letting the late afternoon Tuscan sun warm his face. He wasn't waiting for a client or a lover; this was his ritual. Every evening, after locking the heavy oak door to his sartoria, he would sit on these ancient steps and simply watch Florence breathe. The suit he wore was his own conversation starter—a bold declaration in sunset orange linen. Tourists had subtly taken photos of him all day. Locals had nodded in appreciation. Bene, Maestro, they'd say. Good. For a master tailor whose clientele included industrial tycoons and aging film stars, their approval still mattered most. Today, however, his mind was not on praise. It was on a challenge. A young tech billionaire from California had walked into his shop that morning, asking for "a new identity." He had all the money in the world but wore it like an ill-fitting coat. "Make me look... like I belong here," the young man had pleaded. How do you tailor a soul? Lorenzo mused