The amount of my short(ish) friends who bemoan they can’t wear super long coats for fear of looking like they’re drowning in them, or worse wearing their mother’s, is kind of crazy when at 5ft 4 1/2 (yes the half counts) I personally love nothing more than an ankle-skimmer that literally swamps me.
I’ve mentioned my idea of ‘power dressing’ before, and for me a billowing, masculine coat is just the kind of thing that makes me feel ready to tackle the day while somehow potent in the anonymity of it. You might have noticed recently that my two great wardrobe weaknesses in the winter are coats and bags; I have a bit of a problem. But after discovering last year’s staples had become home to a swarm of moths (yep not pretty), I figured I was allowed to invest in this Maje one. Glad I did too, as I’ve been chucking it on over everything and anything since I got it, convincing myself it even makes leggings and sheepskin boots acceptable in the light of day….
And who wouldn’t want to look like an oversized Victorian chimney sweep with a penchant for 90s grunge. Am I right.
Ph. by Frances Davison