
I often think that I wasn’t meant for this time. Imagine a world where ladies worn thin, cigarette pants and voluminous skirts and men were gentlemen who wore hats. Gloved hands, summers in sepia and the studio system — I wish there were a way to morph the power that women have today with the grace and refined elegance of another era.
When it comes to clothing, my style has evolved into an affection for luxurious knits, expert tailoring, the exquisite details (codas, really), and a feeling of



