This morning I had a Closet Cleanout appointment with a new client who moved her from Seattle. Separating her Spring/Summer from her Fall/Winter was exhausting (Don’t you West Coasters understand storage? Welcome to New York. We have seasons. And Suris. And part-time Kardashians). After an hour of sorting thru linens and washable silks, I touched something familiar. And found an old friend.
Hello Cashmere. Its me, Kim.
And so begins our love affairs with layers, tweeds and corduroys. All of this beautifully executed in Burberry Prorsums collection. Fall in love over, and over, and over again. Until they ask you- quite curtly! - to leave the dressing room, if you have no intention of buying. And mutter something about security cameras.