Hiya Wednesday. I can't stop listening to Robin Thicke...in love with it and easing me into the midpoint nicely....(you become a movie star, make more than me, babe...love that line)So London Fashion Week. Burberry in particular. Jean Shrimpton inspired collection. Can't really go wrong there, can you? Although there were also a lot of safe bets on the runway at Burberry, I loved the cool sass of the looks, and the focus on the waist. In a sea of skirts and prairie couture rampant in NY, I adored and appreciated the plethora of pants here, with nary a weird skirt length in sight. London swings again...as always, bringing the quirky, leggy, rock and roll look to all of us here in the states and beyond...this whole 60s thing was not really dialed in at the New York shows at all, but it's fitting in London which was the birthplace of swinging 60s cool back in the day and I am a huge fan of a mod moment. So I give this collection a yea, baby, yea. I just do and that's that. I can't get enough of these little coats, that short olive jackety one with the strappy banding that is part drum majorette/part dominatrix has me agog. Positvely. Agog. And that, my friends, is what's up this 60s supermodel of a Wednesday in the MIA. Cheerio. I know you wanna... XO
