I was here, Les Tuileries, exactly 35 years ago, today. The sky was just as gray and it was just as cold. I had on a very stylish black cashmere coat my mother had purchased some 20 years before in her fashionable working world 20′s. It was more like a draping black cape with arms and although I’m sure I must have had some high school garb underneath it, you couldn’t really tell as I strolled feeling like a native across the Tuileries enroute to the Louvre eatin an ice cream cone. The best I ever had.
Thank you! That is exactly why I love clothes! How a piece of cloth melts with you and the situation you are in, is a part of your experience, your life. I bet you didnt think about the coat at that special moment, 35 years ago, but you must have been aware of wearing it, just like being aware of the skies, the ice cream and your lucious plain existence, because in your memory it is significant part of the picture. Sounds like a perfect abandon-alertness-moment, in other words: flow. And then style is probably a sub-category of flow.
Love the hat, I miss hats in the town I live, I should have a trip to London with lots of monney in my pockets, and buy more of them. Hats are wonderful, but I agree some people just don’t put them on because they don’t suit them that much.. but they should find the good ones!