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Byline: Hamish Bowles
On a balmy spring morning in Florence, Holly Dunlap is turning the heads of what would appear to be the city's entire male population. Her blonde mane pulled into a ponytail and her eyes veiled with Chanel shades, Dunlap's svelte form is dressed for a Palm Beach afternoon as she sets off for the buzzing Caffe Giacosa (owned by Roberto Cavalli and decorated with his trademark flamboyance) in the city center. She is wearing a Dolce tropical-print blouse and
second-skin jeans hip-slung with a 1960s gold scale belt. Over
her shoulder she carries a golden sun-ray bag of her own design, and on her pretty feet (nails painted
brightest coral) her gleaming golden spaghetti-strap mules, cinched with glittering topaz and rhinestone clasps, provide a percussion accompaniment as they clatter on the cobbled streets.