The fray, the clog, the tv host jacket
In a recent post on Clemence Poesy I baulked at a lame fray. To address the matter I’ve included this distressed detail as it should be, long and loose. And underneath that Bob Monkhouse worthy Jacket it all looks like we’re going to go home with a whole lot more than we arrived with.
Clogs. Not a term that fills me with lust. Yet, stack ‘em high and wear them with some smooth as Jimmy the Saint stalks and you’re going to get taken for boat drinks, faster than Pieces’ thumb can fall off.
Ripped from the heart of Create.
