Tell me whatchya wearin' and I'll tell you who you are

A bit pretentious, I know.

But hey, I'll try.

left shoe: Fiorentini+Baker
left sock: Beam+
right shoe: Adidas
right sock: Henrik Vibskov

Half academic, half what every fashion hunter should be. You never know if he looks into the stylists mind, or the other way around.
Girls adore him, guys take him as their guru, everybody wants to smell like him, look like him, walk like him or, at least, have his wardrobe.
Impossible.
Very famous are his legs, which he loves to show the world in the summer heat.
If you see him, ask him to come shopping with you. You won't be sorry.

vintage, definitely.

She grew up with the Mods, her first love was definitely driving a Vespa, and the second one would not leave the house without some talcum powder, in case he heard some norhern soul.
Always capable of meeting the right people at the right moment in the right place with the right attitude, which - together with her perfect blonde hair - helped her becoming everybody's sweetheart.
She might have a bizarre way of staring at you smiling for a period of time which some might find too long, but nobody's perfect.

shoes: Repetto

She is the person everybody would love to live with. Wonderful friend, wonderful cook, wonderful gossip source, wonderful photographer.
Once you enter her world of Jane Austen, meatballs, Missoni stripes and cuddles you'll never leave. Sort of like a Hotel California in the flesh.
Has a thing for Repetto - and who doesn't? - and big leather bags - again: who doesn't?
Won't tell you she likes you if she doesn't, which makes her one of the most honest people I know.