I’ve always been one to make the assumption that I’m forever destined to look more Inspector Gadget than Francoise Hardy in a trench coat. I’ve always felt a little bit corporate in a mac, and instead of oozing a certain je-nais-se-Chung I’ve always felt a pinstripe away from being more Wolf of Wall Street than anything else. I’ve spoken a little about this here but it wasn’t until I recently picked up this trench in Zara (with it’s cute-as-a-picnic gingham lining) that I properly felt I’d ticked off an area in my wardrobe I’d previously felt uncertain about.
Paired with my most worn trousers (bar my once black jeans), I added a little somethin’ somethin’ with these bad-ass gold loafers from & other stories- which are not only one of the most comfortable pairs of shoes I have but take something a little more formal into a ‘business at the top, party on the feet’ situation too. Throw in some Cobain-esque sunnies and I think I’ve finally mastered the art of making a classic staple a little more Liv-friendly. No business meetings or solving mysteries in this get up, please and thank you.