‘Women know that we’re not just strong. We’re not just vulnerable. We are not just attractive or not attractive. We are many things at once, and we’re able to see into that complexity.’ – Elisabeth Moss
Now, bear with me: the reason I sauntered over to the online men’s department at Zara is the fact that my youngest, now thirteen years old, has completely ignored my plea to stop growing already and is now therefore in need of his first winter coat in an actual grown up size. And with all the future growing in mind buying at a lower price point is advised (as opposed to my eldest, now sixteen, who has a penchant for Gucci-and-Armani-but-on-sale with the occasional Nike and Airforce thrown in and such but at least he does not grow out of it in a minute).
I am not much of a ‘fan’ person. I admire certain artists, sure. But I have never been one to gush over that one man or woman. With one exception: the author John Irving.
I know this is supposed to be a lifestyle/fashion blog with the occasional musing thrown in but as they say: it is my blog and I can get as personal as I want to. Feel free to skip this of course and I promise I will be back to posting about dresses and shoes soon enough.