Seasonal Disaffected Disorder
Forget SAD. Tis the season of the malcontent (malcontent being me.) Any tourist worth their salt waxes lyrical, with bemusement, on how much the Brits mention the weather. But what is one to do (one, again, being me) when a holiday is at the end of August and the weather is sub-par, but there is a drawer teeming with burning-hot-sun-appropriate wares?
My answer I find in a bi-focal approach. Top half: almost as wintry as Giles AW15. Frilly shirt (always the best when vintage) and an excellently cut suede coat (on loan, incidentally, before you think I’ve robbed a bank.) Bottom half: sawn-off denim long johns, always a hit. Plus a pair of murderous mules saved only by their expensive-looking design (oh Uterque, you aren’t half clever with a shoe.)comments powered by Disqus