I have a particularly bad habit of buying clothing a season before they actually become appropriate to wear. Like sweaters and leather jeans in summer, espadrilles and tees in winter, I hoard purchases in the back of the closet wrapped up in packaging till the day of their unveiling.
Since moving to London 5 years ago, I discovered pretty quickly the necessity for wet weather protection. I grieve for the items I have lost to the elements.
I am not a writer, I am not a reader, but I am a wearer. As Andre Leon Talley once stated, “it’s the famine of beauty! My eyes are *starving* for *beauty*!”. 6 years after Mr Talley’s cries, I feel this famine has impacted my world. My current aesthetic is dying, I cannot find the nutrients to feed it. I…
