Its an occupational hazard of working in fashion to be surrounded by pieces a season ahead of that which they’re actually intended. We want knitwear and coats in August and frivolous slip dresses and slides in January. It’s our own personal form of self-flagellation.
I picked up this trio in Urban Outfitters last week and they’re now haunting my summer-starved dreams and wardrobe. I’m already anticipating them in a suitcase bound for somewhere warm and sandy, but until then, its lucky they’re the sorts of things that look just as good decorating window frames.