The Pope Wears Prada

Say what you will about the Catholic Church, the head honcho is turning out to be the style icon of Vatican City.  He reportedly favors Prada shoes and Gucci sunglasses.  Here he is in his favorite red Prada loafers.  He is also bringing back some retro papal vetements including a fur trimmed cap called a caumaro that was last seen in St. Peter's Square a few centuries ago.  It has also been reported that he found a cape in the back of the papal costume department, red, trimmed with ermine, that is waiting for the right occasion to pull out.

Also today, Sarah Silverman has posted a video with a brilliant concept to feed the world - sell the Vatican!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bObItmxAGc



How simple, generous, and fun would that be?  Can you imagine what they could get for the condos with balconies?  No more starving children, just Silvio Berlusconi and his latest pre-pubescent charmer watching his TV stations in the former papal chambers.

Here is the Prime Minister with the condo board trying to convince them that the young things revolving in and out of the second floor chambers are his neices.  Cardinal Bertoni (the one with the skull cap)  is thrilled with his good luck.  It's been such a long time since there were young nubile girls showing their stuff in the Vatican.  The usual motley crew usually wears wimples and has their eyes downcast.  When the girls are not flashing the crowd from the balcony they can be found with the Prime Minister at his retreat, where clothing is stricktly optional.  Come on, this is Italia.  Hair plugs, facelifts, aren't they all part of La Dolce Vita, and isn't that what Silvio is there to represent.  Hey, this is a hard job, setting the style for the rest of the country.  La Bella Figura!!

Our intrepid reporters, Mr. Ram and Mrs. Ewe have managed to infiltrate the party disguised as a Loro Piana cashmere sweater and coat.  Here's what they have to report:

Q: What do they serve for refreshments there at the villa?
Mrs. Ewe:  Well, I was rather unwhelmed by the choice of beverages.  Lemonade, Perrier (not even San Pellegrino) and some lousy Charles Shaw merlot.
Q: How about the food?
Mr. Ewe: Well, after the nice shrimp cocktail (it was on one of those Costco platters) they actually served baby lamb chops!  I think I recognized my Italian cousin Bernardo and his sister Nicoletta.  They always had a lot of fat.  They get that from their father Giambattista, who swears by the Alpine grasses.
Q: How about the guests?
Mrs. Ewe:  Well, they loved my sweater.  Who wouldn't ? Lora only makes her garments from the finest cashmeres.  I'm kind of thinking about keeping up this appearance.  There were lots of attractive, busty, young women and a couple of guys in Speedos who kept snapping each others suits.  As a matter of fact, I saw Sr. Berlusconi  behind the bushes with them a couple of times, doing things that they usually accuse us sheep of indulging in!
Thank you Mr. Ram and Mrs. Ewe.  I suppose you'll be heading home to Iceland now.
Mr. Ram:  Well, yes, but only to pack a carry on bag.  Now that I've seen Roma, you're not going to keep me back at the lava dome!  We'll be baaaaaaack!