Sartorialisted

I was just Sartorialisted on the streets of Palermo. It was fairly clear that it wasn't my linen outfit, or my excessively exposed chest hair, that was the object of interest. It was my Japanese Nikes, the ones with "Nike" written in katakana on the back of them. Does this justify wearing them at a wedding in San Antonio tomorrow? I think so. Fuck wearing a suit.