I’m not sure why I kid myself this is a blog. In actual fact it’s an ambling weather report with a few cups of coffee thrown in here and there and, you know, the odd fruit salad. With that admission made, I can see no other way to start than this: my balcony is the [...]
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if my colours all run dry
Well, if only to corroborate the claims made in my last post: This is the gospel according to Vogue. Still love bretons? A love not likely to wane? Uh-huh, the gospel according to Vogue (and Logsy/Selfridges/et alia…) It seems, however, that the only acceptable thing to combine with said Breton (according to Vogue, the gospel [...]
