Quit pretending this suede obsession’s leaving anywhere fast. I can’t recall a time when I’ve sartorially stock piled …til now. Suede trench is my preferred vice, in varying degrees of warm tan, rich blues and new-in SO NECESSARY neutral mink.
An involuntary sprint across the shop-floor and a grapple for the last mink mongolian and suede coat is how this story started. So far it’s shaping up to be every inch the tactile relationship I’d hoped. Plus there’s a fair amount of nose tickling with each wear – the mongolian neck and cuffs really are as fluffy as they look.
I’m smitten.
The buttery but not beaten leather, the classic shape, the nose tickling. This is a fool-proof formula in my army of coats.
Also, how timeless is the trench. The ultimate stalwart in the fashion calendar.
This one looks/feels vintage. It’s not. Though I want to pretend it is: pretend I’ve scored it from a flee market in LA, that it hails from a groupie in a rock band, that it’s escaped the Almost Famous floordrobe.
You can’t deny it has that rockstar sensibility.
Almost.
L x
mink mongolian suede trench coat | MISS SELFRIDGE
over the knee boots | JIMMY CHOO at Bicester Village {budget similar though}
faux-leather leggings | WOLFORD
turtle-neck | BCBG MAX AZRIA {try similar}
sunglasses | CÉLINE
jewellery | CARAT*
All words, styling and creative direction my own