I’ve been thinking lately about how I’m not really as sophisticated and trendy as I would like to be. And this is all summed up in the camel coat.
It’s the sartorial equivalent of the white chaise longue in your house – who but the most stylish sophisticates have a white chaise longue? It would be covered in food and dog paw prints before the day is out.
Anyway, this was more of a thought for the day than a musing on anything deep and meaningful.
One day, I’d like to buy a camel coat. And actually wear it. With red lipstick, some shades, tousled hair, brogues without socks, maybe a Peter Pan collar peeking out of a nautical sweater, a black trilby and an insouciant air…
Until then, I’ll stick to the down jacket.