Naked limbs on the 29th of October? in Blighty? Really?! Seems to me that after two years of living in England, I have finally fulfilled my longstanding dream: I no longer feel the cold like a French girl. Bare is, alas, the chicest way to wear your legs in the fall, but until now I have merely applauded with gusto - and from afar - the courage of those who leave their trousers at home come October. OK, that is a lie. I spent the better half of my first year here complaining loudly about how inappropriately English girls dress as a general rule during the colder months. Jealousy can make you bitter. I am not proud of my doings, and won't judge if you, in turn, judge me. Nonetheless, balancing volumes has always been a favourite sartorial cocktail of mine, and I must say, the (bare-)leggy mini x quilted bomber combo is quite the match made in heaven. So as I join the semi-clad-for-fall club, it is with a new-found spring in my step that I get to show off the aforementioned jacket in action. Let's see how long I last - the boy has given me a week.
I'm wearing a Carin Wester silk bomber (find similar here, here and here). Mini skirt and boots are by Zara. The angora knit is by Topshop, the ring is Cooee, and the bag is Celine.
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