In just a couple of hours, I will be leaving for Italy - where I will no doubt bore everyone tit-less with all sorts of chocolate box pictures of the Amalfi coast. It's like law to photograph the shit out of that place, OK? Sadly, my retro athletic Bella Freud knit won't be coming with me. This is, without doubt, the best jumper I have ever owned (seen her in the beautiful vista of North Norfolk) and I've pretty much worn it every day that it hasn't been sweltering, this July. I may not have been born in 1970 (1987, since you ask) but I'll easily claim 17 extra years if it means authentic adoption of this knit. We've got a long and happy future ahead of us, me and my jumper. I'll send you a postcard, babe (the jumper. Not you.)
I'm wearing a Bella Freud Jumper, Vintage Levi Cut-Offs, Isabel Marant Etoile Woven Belt and ASOS Leather Sandals