June 15, 2011 |
We like our Mulberry girl. Always a bit unkempt looking. A little grimy. But you just know she’s clean as a whistle, fragrant as a rose. Nothing ever matches. Yet still it somehow works. It’s all a bit, what Vince would call, ‘what do you mean what am I wearing? I don’t know do I. I woke up at six. Haven’t even looked in a mirror yet.’ We think he harbours a secret desire to become a Mulberry muse but worries he hasn’t the hair. Maybe we’ll treat him to a lace weave at lunch.
by Natalie Dembinska
