If my city were a fabric, it would be as rough as its fishermen and as thick as their flannels. It would be an old fabric, I believe, yet as impeccably preserved as the façades of our churches. Every seam would be flawlessly finished so that no one could ever mistake it for any other. We take pride in being one-of-a-kind. Blue would have to be the main colour – to match our adored football club’s strip – and the patterns would add fun and provocation. If possible, they would mock one of our rivals.
To understand Porto is to recognise this in the faces of the simple men who roam the city. Serious men, yet full of sarcasm, constantly sharing stories with friends and strangers alike that reveal what it means to belong here.
Retired textile technician António Peixoto (left), 78, wears The Row wool coat, £7,300. Serafim Sousa Pinto, 75, retired, wears Polo Ralph Lauren wool coat, £1,740, and wool waistcoat, £520. Maison Margiela cotton shirt, £790, and wool trousers, £1,190. All other clothes, models’ own, unless stated © Josh Olins
Laundry hanging outside in central Porto © Josh Olins
Retired fisherman Fernando Naia, 66, wears Aldo Maria Camillo wool coat, £1,650. Meta Campania Collective wool trousers, £770 © Josh Olins
