There are many competent fashion photographers and paparazzi, but only one Sartorialist.
I thought of him this morning as I followed a stunningly dressed young woman to the tram and failed to take her picture. She was wearing a very long, soft-looking coat of an extremely flowing cut, in a color somewhere between dirt and battleship gray--not a color that would normally appeal to me at all, but the shape and soft appearance of the fabric were enchanting. Accenting the coat, she wore a fringed, patterned rust-colored scarf, a little hat in some sort of gray or brown with an embroidered or knitted pattern in reds and oranges (not at all a Czech hat, but clearly from some exotic land), and very plain black boots. The effect was gorgeously autumnal.
There has been somewhat of a surfeit of these dirt and gray shades in women's clothing here over the past year, but I have to admit that on the whole they seem to look better on most people than the vapid baby pink and baby blue that a different sector of the population wears. Very few people actually look good in large amounts of baby pink and baby blue, although I did see one who successfully set off the pink with black trim. Very dramatic.