Vestments, venerable and Vegas-y

I have seen commercials for the past few days for the broadcast of Mass and the Blessing of Ashes from St Sabina's in Rome, presided over by the Holy Father.
And I have an instant but short-lived reaction, ewwwwww, NO! say it ain't so... until duh, it's a "LIVE" television event, ipso fact, the images shown are from LAST year.
So instead of the purple lame, (which may be lovely in person, but looks tawdry beyond believe on-screen, like something Victoria Beckham might order an ensemble made from...) there was PapaRatz this morning robed in elegant, somber yet splendid cope and then chasuable.
Well done, Marini II!
I begin to imagine Papa as having patiently stood by while a "personal shopper," or one of those (ubiqutious on television,) "professional stylists" decreed "What Not To Wear" and worse, "What TO Wear," for two "seasons," and because he is all charity, tolerated it.
And now, it's as if he has found the perfect valet, a gentleman's gentleman, a priest's preist, who knows the mind of his master, respects traditions, and has exquisite taste, who lays out the perfect garments for someone who has too much on his mind to pick things out himself.
Again, thank you, Marini II, God bless you.