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no sweat


The truth about fashion - the one that no-one really wants to tell you, because it defeats the whole purpose - is that look books and campaigns and all of that don't have to drive you to buy new things. That rush of new season thrill isn't always about money and purchasing and shopping bags with crisp tissue paper at the top. It's about looking at something new and taking inspiration from colour and shape and texture and form. That's what I get when I look at Dries Van Noten, and it's what I get when I look at this collection by UTS alumnae Talia Shuvalov, knitwear designer at Narcisco Rodriguez.

What I like most about this is the shapes. I like that really supersized line of the sweatshirt - over sweatshirts and over even more sweatshirts - paired maybe with bare legs or with little skinny jeans. I like the idea of big on top and small on bottom. That boxy line - with a softly arching neckline and a clean drop to a wide sleeve opening - is probably my favourite shape of all, and it's one that I search out constantly in sweaters and knitwear. I look at this incredible collection and I see not just sweaters that I want - I really really want - but, more importantly, a shape and a cut and a form and a texture that I want to try myself. It's inspiration and reinvigoration; maybe add grey to your usual colour palette of burgundy and oatmeal and black, maybe try a short sleeved sweater over a longer one, layer, layer layer. Great fashion is always inspiring well before you even think about getting your wallet out.

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the now



1 and 6: badlands, 3: RUSSH, 5 and 7: My Chameleon, the rest: my polyvore


When RUSSH profiled TOME way back when, they summed it up better than anyone else. "TOME is now." Some things are so compelling that even though you are looking at the future (future seasons, future collections, future orders) you can only think about now. So it was when I first saw that original slice of TOME last year, the two-tone denim shirts, the flirty taffeta skirts, the simple dresses and easy silk tees. So it is now when I look at shots from their new collection - the best of which Talisa has joined together on her blog, including that incredible oversized trench coat, probably the best of the variety I've seen in a while, and the amazing Karate Kid-esque white smock, complete with obi belt and high neckline - and can do nothing but long, and I mean actually long, for these pieces to be in my wardrobe now. It's the cruel irony of the international fashion circuit that the moment you see clothes pertinent to your season now (European winter collections were just presented on the runways and are being shown at the moment) it is accompanied by the knowledge that they won't be in stores for another 6 months. When all I want to do is wear TOME now, please, I have to wait a little while for that amazing trench and smock to drop. Until then, I'll settle for gazingly lovingly at their first offering, admiring those soft-as-anything jerseys and silky-smooth taffetas and dreaming of the kind of wardrobe where nothing is forced, nothing is difficult, and everything is of the now.

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welcome back!


one. Amy Kaehne wool coat from her current winter collection, two. Burgundy Benah Alex ipad wallet in the new RUSSH, three. comfort food like toad in the hole, four. Isabel Marant Etoile Adibou sweater from MNZ, five. beautiful hand-crafted tea sets from the food life, six. Benah cashmere scarf and new Celine sunglasses, seven. Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy laidback in oversized sweatshirts and wind-swept hair (source unknown), eight. W.H auden poetry and hardback books, that's what autumn is about, nine. Isabel Marant dicker boots and bare legs from MNZ. All photos with no source specified were taken by me.


The first day of Autumn was really hot. Let's discount that. But the second day, oh, now that was something quite marvelous. Rain. Grey skies. A crisp breeze. Not enough to wear a new Amy Kaehne coat - not really - but I just got it and I couldn't wait to give it a first test run. It's like a big cocoon, a salt-and-pepper thing that wraps around you once, twice, three times with a big sash to finish it up. I like coats with pockets big enough to fit a book in. With a beige sweater and some tapered black pants it was the perfect outfit to reign in autumn and welcome it back to the fold. I always miss it, especially when the summer sun is high and the days are long. Sometimes, just sometimes - and even after being away for a while in dreary Northern hemisphere winters - I ache for a slow breeze and falling leaves and clouds in the sky. "Delicious autumn" as George Eliot said, "just the still melancholy that I love." 

Autumn always has a feel of earth tones to it. It's all about the beiges, the greens, the ochre-browns. You eat oatmeal for breakfast and you wear it during the day time in the form of distressed sweaters. You can have bare legs and bare arms - it's still warm enough to wear vests and cropped trousers - but you need to give autumn the respect it is owed with suede ankle boots and cashmere scarves. This Benah scarf is one of my favourites, a chunky, mile-long thing is the perfect shade of Khaki green. It goes so well with the sunglasses that I picked up in New York - oversized and with a hint of a cat's eye in the most eye-catching of greens. Autumn also welcomes loose cuts and a general bagginess. While summer and spring have a flirty sensuality to them - short skirts and tight tops and honeyed limbs - the colder months embrace a more cosied sensibility. Sexiness that is found in wearing your boyfriend's rugby jersey, the cuffs pulled right down over your hands the way you used to do with too-big clothes as a kid. Long strands of hair hanging down over your face. Hands shoved deep into pockets. I like the feeling of comfort that autumn imparts. It's in the food that you eat and the drinks that you drink and the clothes that you wear. Autumn never has to try too hard to impress or dance about to grab anyone's attention. Autumn - like the girl who comes to a party late and alone and leaves with everyone watching her - has a quiet self-confidence that is totally bewitching. Guys want to be it and girls want to be with it and all of that nonsense. Autumn is the one voted most likely to succeed. Autumn is the girl whose shoe size is always the one left over in the sale.

And you drink a lot of tea. I had my first autumn cup of tea yesterday and it was nice. After reading this article on the food life I've always tried to use less than boiling water and it does make a difference. Bitter morning tea often leads to bitter days. And you don't want a bitter day when you have books to be read and eggs to be poached and coats to be worn. It's part of the comforting nature of autumn to embrace that early morning ritual of tea with the mug gripped between two hands and your toes curled over the bottom of your pyjamas. I like to stand at my back door and drink a cup of tea in the morning. Still melancholy. That sounds just about right.

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on robert redford



I once made this guy I liked watch Out of Africa with me. Partly because I really, really love that movie and partly because I thought it would be a quasi-romantic thing to do (I used to wear exclusively 1930s pleated skirts from Shag and read lots of Housman so can you blame me?). This boy had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes and freckles all over his nose and he was bad, he was so bad, and he once showed me how to blow smoke rings in my garden and I should have realised that he wouldn't want to watch Out of Africa of all things. He used to wear white tee shirts and blue jeans and he had a big poster of Buffy the Vampire Slayer above his bed because, he told me, Sarah Michelle Gellar was his number one girl. Where did I fit into this? I guess I was the girl who made him watch Out of Africa (why did I do that? why?). I wanted to be the girl who flung her arms around his neck while they danced, or the girl who cooked him carbonara, or the girl who sat in the front seat of his car with the windows down and the music turned up as high as it would go.

I've always loved Robert Redford who - as I so often muse as I shake my head in complete confusion - is in fact older than my grandfather, but still has a full head of hair and oh, was just so lovely when he was younger. He wasn't bad, but he wasn't good either, he had charm like no other, and a perfect smile, and kind hands, and even when he was wrong you still loved him. He was that guy with the great hair, and the absurdly white turtleneck sweater, and the college sweats and the easy smile. He'd call you chief, just between the two of you. The popular guy, the American all-star, the one who'd dance real slow with you at the end of the ball just when you thought he didn't care. That, there is the real American Dream. Average girl bags the beautiful boy? It's Circle of Friends, but with better weather and less catholicism. It never works like that in real life, but that's why we have the movies, right?

  I love that bit of RUSSH where they do flat lays around a particular person. I always love the male ones best, they did Jack Nicholson in a recent issue, and it was spot on perfect; "He's the class clown, the son of a showgirl, and the kind of man who called Hunter S Thompson a friend. The kind you want to make a family man.... But you know you never could (make him a family man, that is). Anjelica Huston didn't. Couldn't. But you can't blame her. He's just too damn slick to pin down". Whoever writes these is amazing. There's one on Robert Redford this month and it just brings it all back, the longing glances over a chintz-y couch during Out of Africa, the desire to push back this boy's sandy blonde hair, the yen to wear camel coats with big, turned-up collars and not bring an iron within an inch of my hair. I think the most compelling thing about Robert Redford (and yes I do realise I keep referring to him by his full name...) is that he is an everyman. Him - and his characteristics - are easily transmutable, and yet he plays similar characters. Strong but silent, kind and caring, yet sometimes cruel, just because of the way he was, who prayeth well that loveth well both man and bird and beast. Everyone and no-one, all at once. Gatsby and Hubbell, Denys Finch-Hatton and John Booker and Bob Woodward. He's a white tee shirt, and blue jeans, and someone you can dance real slow with.

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sent to print

"I spend a lot of nights watching our magazine come off the press. It’s a different world out there. Intoxicating ink and enormous machines. I spend most of my time there shouting over the noise and trying to resist the Tim Tams they keep stocked for me. But in the end, it’s always worth it."

Christine Thornton

I love this quote that just went up on the RUSSH blog from their creative director Christine Thornton (incidentally featured in the first issue of new magazine Stonefox, which is amazing, as Talisa will tell you). I'm the same. It's a true media-nerd that takes some kind of bizarre pleasure from the smell of glossy paper, the way that text is centred in a page, the changes across a masthead, the thickness of a bound spine. I think I would love to work at a publication that is small and tightly knit, like RUSSH, where, when the magazine is finally sent to print, that comforting whirr of big machines would start up and get about its business of putting everything together while you, with mere hands and eyes and thoughts, sat back to watch it all go by. I think I've spent most of my life shouting over noise, such as it is. The noise of my family, the noise of my friends, the noise of loud restaurants and big trucks and beat-laden music. I think I'd like to spend the rest of it shouting over the noise of enormous machines and eating tim tams and sending things to print.

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hot weather likes...



When I took these pictures it was blazing hot and it was very clear that summer was rearing its ugly head but now the grey clouds have swooped in and it's raining! That's Sydney, isn't it. The worst thing is that the weather forecast is showing rain for this Friday - the day of the birthday party - I'm going to cry if it rains. Anyway. Here are some of the things that go perfectly with summer weather. 

one and two. a skincare routine. here's mine courtesy of Aesop and Grown. I got the yen for having a grown up, big-girls top shelf after reading Into the Gloss. And now, thanks to a well-timed staff incentive at david jones and a teensy bit of a windfall I have one. Rachel is so right, there's something about that tangy, zesty smell and that old-school packaging that brightens up your day. When a bright summer sun gets you out of bed early in the morning, Aesop products and grown body wash (which I first learnt about in the recent issue of RUSSH, pictured) will put a smile on your face. I've stuck to this routine so far which is really good for me! Normally I get sick and tired after a few days and revert back to cold water a la Jane Birkin.

three and four. Sonoma honey spice breakfast muesli, diptyque philosykos and a big, light wrap scarf. I really identify with the smells of figs, of cinnamon-spice and beautiful, high quality organic cotton. All three of those smells make me smile and remind me of sunny weather, whether it be my favourite perfume, my favourite breakfast or my favourite cover up. There's something so very glamorous and yet so very simple about throwing a wrap shawl on. This one is one of my favourites, it's by fouta and it's from The Corner Shop. I've recently taken to throwing it on over whatever I'm wearing, either completely wrapping it around or just draping it over my shoulders. It has the most glorious, clean, cotton smell. I've always wanted to wear a shawl a la Meryl Streep in Out of Africa, too, (which you all know I love dearly), somewhat in the manner of this. I think there's something very lovely about that tie, but I've never been able to perfect it. A shawl like that, a bowl of muesli and a spritz of philosykos. What else is there? 

five and six. Me and Ro jewellery, photographed against Vogue UK's Jane Birkin feature in the October 2011 issue. I've received some beautiful early early birthday presents recently and they are probably the best things going on in my life right now. My delicate jewellery collection is swelling dramatically and I love it! This Me and Ro tiny flower pendant is a mix of gold and silver, which I think is rather modern and very beautiful and is definitey one of my favourite things (remember my tiffany and co lock pendant?). It sits just at the base of my neck, and I've been wearing it by itself and totally simple, with this beautiful Me and Ro silver ring (another gift from the greatest of friends!). It is so thin and is adorned with a little flower. I've taken to wearing it as a memory ring on my first knuckle somewhat akin to this catbird one, or the way decade diary wears her rings. Hot weather doesn't want you to wear too much jewellery - it's too cumbersome. It prefers one or two very simple pieces and a big tee shirt and very little else. And that's fine with me!

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perfection



Not all streetstyle photographers are made equal. Some are more equal than others. One of those is Vanessa Jackman, who consistently shoots the kind of girls you wish you were. They always have perfect hair, and great smiles, and clean skin, and - of course - fantastic outfits. She has such a good eye for style, as evidenced by the fact that the girls she shoots often don't find themselves on any other street style blogs. This is a perfect example of her discerning taste. It's a double whammy, because not only is it a shot of someone who is very cool, and very interesting, and of real note in the Australian fashion industry (Jess Blanch, Editor in Chief of RUSSH magazine), but it's also a shot of perfect - yes, I said it - street style. When street style first started it was a movement to highlight "real" fashion. That is, fashion as it is negotiated and understood by everyday people. As much as I love the street style that comes out of fashion week, I have to say that this has distorted the original intentions of street style somewhat. Documenting editors and models and show-goers is a hyper-reality, a heightened sense of fashion as distilled in a group of people to whom it should, by definition, come naturally. I'm not saying that I want shots of people in supre get ups on The Sart every day, far from it. I do want shots that are more real, though. Like this - chipped nail polish and simple knitwear and that something special extra you can't define. Jess Blanch has that kind of style. It's good style, yes. She's an Editor in Chief after all. But it's real style. And that is the material point. It's not changeable every season, or dependent on trends, or the folly of it-bags and fruit-print dresses. She looks fantastic. That rich coloured coat, those perfect jeans, that crisp white shirt. It all comes together perfectly with the glasses, and there's a hint that it might not work on anyone else. That's good street style. Where you get the sense that the look is completely owned by one person - and that person alone.

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mood



The way that the RUSSH models never wear make up - and still look so good // Arnsdorf designer Jade Sarita Arnott's vintage family snaps // jane birkin -esque strolls around town with fresh flowers and broderie anglaise tops and beaten up satchels by moop // Greta Villiger's backwards cap // the Benah kodi cuff, what a piece of jewellery, what a piece of jewellery // 3.1 Phillip Lim shorts (don't know why the bottom's been cut off, sorry!), drawstring and all // kate moss' wedding snaps from vogue us

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mood


This week I've been revisiting the much-denigrated Spring 2011 Celine collection, all oxblood red and bright blue, strange bedfellows indeed but oh so perfect. I'm still feeling texture, but this time it's the contrast of a leather skirt with a simple, starchy shirt, or shaggy, super-soft fur against a well-worn tee shirt a la the olsen twins. Or even Stevie's last cover for RUSSH, an exuberant and gleeful Aymeline in winter whites with deliriously fuzzy sleeves. I still can't get this girl out of my head, With her ludicrously long tresses about the same length as mine - how does she make it work? - and her little chanel ballet flats and her mossy green sweater. And, with a new pair of boots, I've been looking to Decade Diary for tips. She says that socks poking out the top is okay. Well, I agree!

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on the street



One of the best spreads from the recent RUSSH was written by Katrina Israel, a piece on the street-style photography phenomenon, with delectable sound bites from not-your-average-style-stalkers; think Candice Lake, Jason Lloyd Evans and HB Nam. Entitled "Shoot Me: The Post Sartorialist World", Israel charted in her characteristic crafty wordsmith style (one great line reads "to add insult to serious Amex injury") the rise and rise of street style photography, from Bill Cunningham to Anna Dello Russo, and yet hinted at where this movement was heading. Israel touched on the paradox inherent in the street style phenomenon - the biggest compliment you can pay to a fashionista is to say her look is effortless, and yet to be shot by a street style photographer the one thing required in spades and spades and spades is effort (as well as beauty and infinite long limbs). This is the problem I have always had with the phenomenon. Often street style blogs are littered with beautiful girls with overdrawn outfits, bigger and better and bolder to catch the eye of the roving man on the street. At fashion weeks these characters linger, often cigarette in hand, seemingly waiting to be photographed, as if it was the most important thing in the world. This is not to say that they aren't well-dressed, often they are, ridiculously well so. But street style photographer, rather than celebrating individual taste and style, has been about one-upmanship, endless competition and a senseless jostling for attention. It's like being back in high school again, except with more cameras. A certain group of people are granted air time, and the same photos, the same girls - the same outfits - are reproduced ad infinitum across the blogosphere in a celebration of what is paraded as individuality but actually, at the end, becomes homogeneity. 


That is why Israel's focus on some lesser known names is refreshing. I feel like this crop of photographers - like Vanessa Jackman, and Candice - are bringing back that sense of excitement that street style photography first held, that quite tangible almost anarchic energy that ran through the photos, of sticking the finger up at authority and taking the message to the streets. The article was accompanied by photos by Maya Villiger of the blog Turned Out. It is one of my favourite street style blogs and her photos are often the accompaniment to my posts here. Why? Because Maya has the most incredible eye for shooting real style - gorgeous girls, yes, of course, but with style that is refreshingly normal. Converse sneakers, ripped jeans, grey sweatshirts at all. Something that Maya said towards the end of the article really summed up how I feel about street style and where I want it to return. "I usually want to photograph girls that need to be convinced. Like, 'Me? But I'm wearing an old grey sweatshirt!' I'm like, exactly! I am attracted to women who seem comfortable in themselves. Their future seems really bright to me." I know everyone has their own definition of "style" and "real" and "street". That's why we need a variety of blogs, to cater to all tastes and desires. I guess at the end of the day, when I want street style, true street style, I'm going to Vanessa and Candice and Maya's sites. Because the girls there don't look turned out - despite all nominal references to the contrary - not 100% of the time. They look real. They actually look like they are, or have been, stopped on the street. 



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PS. I've been nominated for a Dreamer award by Colour du Jour, I'd love it if you could vote for me by liking my picture on the facebook page here. Never been nominated for an award before - this is exciting! 
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last




my two favourite shots - white on white and that celine bag, as well as a gorgeous rust coloured arnsdorf coat, on sale at the moment in the corner shop strand

The end is always sad, no matter what. That bittersweet feeling when you've reached the end of a box of macarons (in less than 15 minutes), the end of the hot water shocking your senses, the end of a book, the best book, your favourite book, and that sad feeling when you know that there is just no more. But I think endings can be good too, the sweet part of bittersweet, when they inspire you and intrigue you and leave you wanting more. It is then that you manically google search that author's back catalogue and read all his other works, it is then that you find yourself forever searching for something to top that last experience - a better creme brulee, a better pair of comely ballet flats. Even if they could never top that first experience - and often, here's the rub, they just can't, as rosy glasses reflect such a bright view - they are an extension of the journey. An avoidance of the inevitable.

Today I picked up the last issue of RUSSH with Stevie Dance as the Editor, and the last of Vogue Paris with Carine Roitfeld in the same role. Carine Roitfeld has split ties with Vogue completely, as you all well know, and amidst much Twitter speculation, it seems that Stevie is going to be working on other projects whilst still contributing to RUSSH - one imagines it is not easy to put a magazine together whilst living in New York. So it is an end for RUSSH with Stevie in control, though not a goodbye to her legacy of indie photographers, worn in leather and pretty girls not wearing bras. Likewise, how could Vogue Paris be anything other than what it is today without Carine's challenging, sensual and totally on trend touch. Carine managed to make a magazine that was at once wholly "Paris", wholly "Fashion" and wholly "Sex", three things that all women really want, right? It is fitting that these last issues are also some of the best in memory. I'm not a regular buyer of RUSSH, but when I am it is always become something attracts me to it, this month it was for the natural and raw features, including a fantastic column by Lesley Arfin on work and a lovely piece by Sophie Ward on sleep and waking. The still lifes and little analogue camera shots are great as usual. Vogue Paris is bigger than ever, not physically maybe (The October issue wins the cake there, surely), but in spirit definitely. It was all about outrageous looks and going out with a bang. Gone, but most certainly not forgotten.

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of the now






A couple of backstage shots of a shoot in the new RUSSH magazine, out in stores on May 26. I may be the least denim-oriented person around, but I kind of like this whole denim poncho, black shearling and raw edges look. It's a little bit aztec/navajo, a little bit turned out double denim cool girl, a lot of the now. It's funny how you can find things that just fit so well with your now. When I first spied these pictures yesterday I was listening to my New York History lecture, the topic of which was graffiti and hip hop subcultures in New York during the 1980s. Fascinating stuff about Taki, Run DMC and the South Bronx - a side of New York that is so different from the one I remember. This seemed to fit in so well. Right now, it's all about challenging ideas, trying new things and living in the present.

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dance


“Some people, rather than being of-the-moment are in fact of-the-always. Be it the way they dress, how they shake their hips or the manner by which they sing their story. Indeed it happens in life, once in a while, that some people’s ways are completely unforgettable. They are the ones who revolutionize aesthetics, movements and sensibilities often unbeknown to themselves at the time.”

Stevie Dance actually wrote that, which I think is pretty cool considering it's how we all think of her. Some people are "of the always". They inspire us is as they inhabit a world so cool, so fascinating, so inherently "of the now" that they become, by that token, "of the always". Stevie Dance is one of those people. It's pretty sad that she's leaving RUSSH, if only because her work enlivens the Australian market and gives it such a good name, but it's also something that's really exciting for her - and for us - as we watch what she does next. It won't be anything short of fantastic, as it always is.

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cut and paste



One of my favourite things to do is to cut out my favourite pictures from magazines and paste them into the front of my daily diary, so everywhere I go I can have a little bit of inspiration. 

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love loss and what I wore - fuzzy

Stylist: Marie Dehe
Ph: Andrea Pola
Cerruti knit, American Apparel Peter Pan collar, Stouls skirt


When I was a kid my mum had this jumper that was thick and fuzzy and crayola blue bright. It must have been mohair or something, because it was so soft to my 5 year old touch, and I remember thinking that it was the cookie monster jumper. In my favourite ever photo of my mum she is wearing it on a New Years Eve in wintry, sub-zero Toronto where she lived and worked as an intern at the "Hospital for Sick Children" (no joke, that is what their children's hospital is called) for a year. In the photo she is clutching a bottle of champagne and pouring it into a champagne saucer, so chic, with a look of concentration and glee and a smile that is just like mine. That day her and her best friend had gone to the mall on their day off to get supplies for the party that night. Rugged up in coats and gloves and that jumper they had, stupidly, caught the bus. As they alighted at the front of the mall they realised that the bus stop was about 500 metres away - across a carpark. Whenever I complain of cold or worry about chilly weather, my mum shakes her head with that world-weary way of wiser adults and says "You've never felt cold until you've run across a carpark in Toronto and felt the skin peel from your face as you go". She said that when they got to the mall their Canadian friends stared at them in disbelief. Who would have run across the carpark in such freezing, freezing weather when, in winter, the bus actually goes one stop more to the Mall door. Of course, they didn't know this at the time. 

I don't even know where that jumper is right now. But these shots from the RUSSH blog - wonderful original content from some of the most creative, dreamy people in the world - reminded me of it. My mum even wore hers in the same way - a long-ish black skirt, the collar of a contrasting shirt poking out from underneath, sleeves pulled all the way down over the wrists (not rolled up as I do with mine, there is something where we differ), messy short hair. My mum was a bit of a babe back in the day. She had all these great clothes, most of whose locations I have no idea about. I inherited what seems to me to be a measly slab compared to some of the wonders in the grainy photos I've seen. Where is that glorious camel coat with Ali McGraw in Love Story oversized lapels? What about those Bruno Magli court shoes in sinful red? And this fuzzy, slightly oversized sweater with the perfect o-neck in an unmissable 80s blue? She doesn't remember, and it's all my loss and none of what she wore.

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