Coats & Jackets

I spent about four years convinced black denim was a trap. Too gothy, too “I’m still figuring out my personality at 34”, too close to something you’d wear to see…

I spent about four years buying black jackets that were almost right. Slightly too shiny, slightly too cropped, one with a zip that caught my jumper every single time I…

I spent an embarrassing number of years thinking a black knitted top meant one thing, thin, a bit see through, the kind you’d wear once under a blazer and then…

I’ve owned a black trench that I regretted within a fortnight, cheap poplin that went stiff as cardboard after one rainy commute and never softened up again, so I know…

I spent about four years thinking beige was the colour equivalent of a Tuesday. Fine, forgettable, the thing you wear when you can’t be bothered to have an opinion. I…

I spent years thinking a black cropped top meant a going out top, the kind you wear once to a bar in 2016 and then it lives at the bottom…

I spent a solid two years convinced beige denim was just khaki that had given up, which is an insane thing to believe about a jacket, but there we are.…