Henry’s collections give the impression that he amasses all the small details that are very now, adds a few truckloads of his own ideas, all in a matter of days, and then proceeds to dedicating the months remaining till showtime to working his magic, a.k.a. The Cheek Factor – until finally, it's all hollandised enough to pass the big cheek test.
The Collection
exudes full-on glamour as it leads us through more stories untold of 1960s and 1970s travel and summer holidays, the smartest ever seen, in a mum-and-teenage-daughter-hit-town-while-dad-meets-business-partners way.
They won't stop me. Neither the long day at work, nor the long evening with family and friends. Or sleep deprivation. Or a sore throat. I want to celebrate the second anniversary of GreyCatte's Book Of Style, and the second birthday of GreyCatte as a blogger.
Meaning, stuff I get away with at work, where the expected range is shameless smartness to uber-boredom. It's strange I haven't thought of this title before, when the past three to four years have been exactly about that.
I've been wanting to get an LRD for some time now, but I couldn't quite decide between the smarter, tailored ones (you know, clean vertical seams, little buttons or bows, tulip shape, straight line, no stretch), or the more relaxed types like skater, or the not-too-smart A-line, sleeveless, short or three quarter sleeved - and who knows what else. I only knew it should not have any contrast details.
Things are getting a bit matchy-matchy in GreyCatte's Lair. That trend is about to resurface in the outside world after years of deliberate non-matching, but for now, I admit, it feels a bit forced, until...
