Currently torn between the girl I wanna be and the hubbies shirts I wanna wear.
But fear not my friends for I have a cunning plan.
One which involves falling knee-high-boot-over-heels in love. In my case literally with Vince.
Nope I’m not dumping Mr. Luxe just yet… only his shirts. And for a poplin knife-print pleaser, with borrowed-from-the-boys appeal. It’s a love story.
Basically I shuffled into the Vince store down by the High Line yesterday and hit a *SHO-MO wall. Followed by an inordinate amount of cashmere and cotton candy
cushioning **LINING MY SUITCASE. Very slick modern essentials, very NYC, very high on my list of things to revisit once back on home turf.
I swear I could move into this shirt and live out my days.
Watch this space.
*shop or miss out
**sorry not sorry