That sounds a bit pornographic, doesn’t it?
I’ll blame a combination of Fall/Winter Prada and Miu Miu for my most recent obsession with female suiting (of the printed variety,) and the perennial endeavors of Dries van Noten for whenever else mixing, not matching just doesn’t seem a feasible option.
Here’s a shot taken by the photo man behind Nobody Knows Marc just after the Chloe show in the Tuileries Gardens last week. I’m wearing a Zimmermann shorts suit in a 70s paraphernalia print that makes the soul smile, with an NSF white tank, Flavia Carvalho Pinto black and white minaudiere (auto-correct keeps trying to turn this word into “inaudible,”)–it’s better than a cookie, yo–and a Markus Lupfer sweater over my forearm because even when I’m not looking at you, I am toterly looking at you. Shiny eyed and with eyebrows just as thick as my face’s own.