I swore on Prada that I'd never wear cap. And yet, it was at the H&M press day that hypothetical fingers were clicked and cross-country borders were crossed. Yes, it's a cap and yes, Prada means more to me than to dismissively and so brashly break fashionable promises. BUT, and this is a big but, this one felt different. It changed my life. It was the one. Visions of obligatory approving nods at the upcoming menswear fashion week prompted a cognitive contract to buy. A contract between myself and, well, myself, essentially. My new ethos? If you're going to do it, do it bling.
Cap by H&M. Jacket by Zara. Black vest from James Perse.