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You might have assumed that, post-Hiddleswift-precipitated PR debacle, Tree Paine would have banned Taylor Swift from ever setting foot on Italian soil again. (I don’t care what @thanKyouaIMee13 says: those shots of “T-Swizzle” reenacting The Lizzie McGuire Movie are just as much to blame for #TaylorSwiftIsOverParty as Kimye.) Apparently, though, time heals all hashtag-inflicted wounds, because Swift is back in bel paese: specifically, during a break from The Eras Tour this week, America’s tortured poet laureate decamped to Lake Como with a certain tight end in tow, checking into the 16th-century Villa Sola Cabiati on the grounds of Grand Hotel Tremezzo.
Happily for the Traylor/Swelce/Tayvis shippers out there, all of the long-lens pap shots that have emerged from the trip so far look like stills from a fan-generated music video for Dean Martin’s “That’s Amore.” (Frankly, you have to be truly, madly, deeply in love with someone to wear a sparkly scarlet-and-mustard outfit for them in front of 40,000, predominantly French people, as Swift did at the Défense Arena in Paris this week.)
Over the course of the couple’s soggiorno, they’ve been papped having candlelit meals outside their Neoclassical villa, strolling arm-in-arm under the moonlight by the water’s edge, and kissing each other in the rain during a water taxi ride to Locanda La Tirlindana (a voyage destined to be turned into a rhyming couplet).
For the latter outing, Swift veered into Versace territory, accessorizing her Alaïa minidress with the Italian house’s Gianni Ribbon Flats and Medusa ’95 Tote. Thrown over the top of her look: an Inspector Gadget meets Carmen Sandiego trench. Admittedly, Swift is hard to keep up with these days (although God knows Jack Sweeney is trying). As for Ryan Murphy’s next leading man: Travis traded his Happy Gilmore hat for a chequerboard Junya Watanabe jumper that–coincidentally or not (not)–fit The Tortured Poets Department’s official color scheme. So high school.
Shop Swift’s classic outfit combination, below.
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