I can't be the only one for whom, in the dead of winter, just getting dressed in the morning can feel like doing battle. To strike a balance between warmth and something resembling style (so when I turn up at my next Pre-Fall appointment and announce that I've come from Vogue.com, the PR doesn't just blankly stare at me, puzzled) is a tall order, frankly. Today, sitting at my desk in a hefty sweater and jeans, I'm cozy enough, but you know what? I wish I had added a damn bandana. The well-heeled...
I can't be the only one for whom, in the dead of winter, just getting dressed in the morning can feel like doing battle. To strike a balance between warmth and something resembling style (so when I turn up at my next Pre-Fall appointment and announce that I've come from Vogue.com, the PR doesn't just blankly stare at me, puzzled) is a tall order, frankly. Today, sitting at my desk in a hefty sweater and jeans, I'm cozy enough, but you know what? I wish I had added a damn bandana. The well-heeled...
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