What with all the talk lately about dressing in uniform to play the protagonist in your own life, when I saw these pictures, I couldn't help but think of myself as a cartoon character. Grey, white, black. Signature haircut, statement specs, red lippy. Skinny legs and big shoes.
Mostly I'm not much of a minimalist. Then there are those days when I forget about what's not there and focus on the rightness of what is. They don't come around very often, because neither do these kinds of quietly perfect pieces that only make themselves known after a few wears.
And there's the rub. There is only one of that jumper, found in an atelier shop in Lisbon, and only one of that Jil Sander/+J for Uniqlo shirt. I wish there were twenty, because it is without a doubt the best white shirt for ladies I have ever found, and the piece I will wave in the face of anyone who says chainstores can't deliver outstanding quality.
Shoot on the execution, ladies. Shirt in or shirt out? And should my pants be looser fitting?
