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Sciamat AW16 - Pitti Uomo 89 Preview

“Fit for a King” would be an accurate way to describe Sciamat’s bespoke works of art, even if the mannequins on display at their booth weren’t donning golden crowns. Carrying on what is considered by many as one of the most valuable tailoring legacies of recent years, the Ricci brothers once again presented their unique take on classic menswear and overall elegance. Despite the fewer pieces being showcased at the booth, as a result of another stand they were hosting at a nearby hotel, the essence of Sciamat was undeniably portrayed in each of their creations. 

Spread across an array of tuxedos, 3-piece suits, sports jackets and overcoats, the trademark features of the tailoring house were unveiled in a most superb fashion: fully unlined construction, massive overlapping peak lapels, roped shoulders, luxurious fabrics and the utmost attention to the slightest details. All the unique requirements that make the process of owning a Sciamat garment that more exclusive and unique. Within a mostly subdued color palette comprised of grey, navy, black and the occasional brown, hints of plaid patterns and textured fabrics stood amidst the crowd. 

Embodying the concepts of timeless elegance, the Ricci have been able to develop their unique approach to an ancient art, based on the knowledge of old but with a subtle artistic twist: in fact, it’s only when faced with such skilled craftsmanship and cut that you realize just how fundamental these concepts are in creating the most elegant of silhouettes. Whereas a solid navy or black suit are often regarded as too simplistic or uninteresting in most brands, when it comes to Sciamat, they represent the epitome of a gentleman’s uniform and of male classic elegance.

Miguel Amaral Vieira


As Celene danced, a beautiful woman with platinum blond hair walked to greet her. Celene stopped and looked at the woman.

“Good evening, m’lady, I am Mysa White,” the woman greeted her. 

“Pleasure to meet you Misses White.”

“Miss,” she corrected. “Are you of Straud’s blood?”

“Excuse me?” Celene tilted her head.

“No, you’re not,” she smiled. “Your husband?”

“Valentino? He’s his nephew,” Celene narrowed her eyes.

“I see, are you a painter?”

“How do you know?!” Celene asked surprised.

“I can recognize talent when I see it.”