Now this is my kind of peacoat.
Every since we were children, my sister Susan and I were the recepients of classic peacoats from my father. Raised on the high seas of Istanbul, my father was a proud Sea Captains son. So every year we allowed him his saltwater nostalgia and accepted his gift in all its navy, scratchy wool glory. Until high school when all we wanted to wear was Forenza.
But with this gorgeous drop of loveliness by 3.1 Phillip Lim, Im more than willing to take back the peacoat. Daddy?…Hello?…You there, Dad? Why are you screening your calls? …..Hello?!?