I've recently been invited to write an article about fashion and sentimentality.
As months and even years go by I've realised that I feel quite comfortable tenderly evoking clothes I've owned in the past or still wear today. It might seem like a repugnant idea to certain people but there it is ... Even fashion can inspire love and has stories to tell.
This David Szeto scarf is an essential and precious ingredient in my wardrobe. I could write movingly about it and maybe I will in a different post (right now I need to get my arse out of the house and to a pilates class).
Here's a post I wrote a while back about the amazing David Szeto.
Picture: July Stars (Quincy, my scarf and a few old copies of Self Service)