IN THE STREETS OF FLORENCE WITH FILIPPO

There’s something about Florence in winter. The soft gray light, the quiet hum of the city, the way the past and present weave together in its streets. It’s the perfect backdrop for someone like Filippo—Florentine by birth, effortlessly cool by nature, a collector of vintage pieces and stories.

Over the course of a weekend, he moved through the city in his own rhythm, interpreting NR NAPOLI with instinct rather than intention. His style blended seamlessly with Florence’s daily life: browsing old books and worn-out leather at San Lorenzo, weaving through market stalls where past and present meet, pausing in the shadow of grand palazzi, where history lingers in every crack and column.

Lorenzo Sodi, the eye behind the lens, captured it all: the movement, the textures, the raw authenticity of a city that never feels like it’s performing. A wool coat thrown over the shoulders in the crisp morning air, corduroy softened by time, scarves and layers adjusted on the go. The elegance wasn’t staged—it was lived.

Florence isn’t just about its monuments. It’s the espresso cups left half-full on a marble counter, the vendors calling out the price of fresh produce, the way an old man adjusts his hat before stepping onto a cobbled street. In that rhythm, in that daily poetry, Filippo found his space. And in those moments, NR NAPOLI found its reflection.