Throughout my years as a fashion writer, I have felt pretty much in tune with
my readership.
When you desire It - bata and opaque tights, why I also saw, when I was dreaming of the tuxedo suits with thin leg and silk lapels, hey, you really too good. When riding boots from cold, we are approaching them together, each other, we first in the quarry.
Fashion is like that. The starting point of China whispers in marc jacobs (usually the kitchen and Karl Lagerfeld shop), then filters through the soul to interested, until we all lines, goose - the presence of rhythm. March,
There will always be Dallas and, of course, who can wear antlers or look cool. But in general, "fashion" need some degree of integration, a default.
Think about it. If you wear a star printing just because someone tell you, it will make you more than lions, for sheep?
It’s a tribal thing, of course, a human endeavour that makes us feel we belong. Heaven knows, there’s little enough else that ties us into clans these days – and I’d happily be bound to you by an enthusiasm for Burberry trench coats or Yves Saint Laurent Tribute shoes.
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