Yesterday morning, primed and ready for a super-long day in London. Head-to-toe skins in my man-eater skirt, whip-lasher biker and heels with more arch than Palais Royal. Zippy suede jacket…
Black Friday. It’s a thing. A thing where strategically placed tent pitching outside pricey boutiques will see you celebrated not sectioned. Not happening. . Still, yesterday I took one for the team and went shopping…
Rupert Sanderson for Antonio Berardi. Tis the stuff of dreams. . Berardi’s been on my radar since back in the Galliano-day. And Rupert, well you know I have a soft spot….