For the past week I've basically been jealous of everyone. The girls and guys at the Scandinavian fashion weeks, my fellow students passing their vivas, and what seemed like every other citizen of the UK getting to enjoy a winter wonderland. Well, I woke up this morning and finally, finally, it felt like Christmas had arrived. Snow! Lots of fluffy white snow, and it was still falling down from the sky. A blogger's wet dream. An ejaculation of the campest joy. I rushed to my mirror, combed my hair, and threw on those Neil Barrett for Palladium boots bought last year but still never worn. I crunched the grass, got frostbite in my fingers, and may have lacerated myself on a frozen nipple or two. And then I came inside and booked my flights for Paris fashion week! Today will be a good day.
Wearing scarf by Dianora Salviati, coat, trousers, t-shirt and boots all by Neil Barrett, gloves from a little kiosk in Rome.