January (was a) Dump

It was truly a long month, and I waddled through it in a succession of unimaginative outfits...

Please excuse the prolonged silence — January is not my month, and this one has been particularly cold and wet where I spent most of it. I was also grounded and unable to travel, which meant missing all the fashion weeks and, most painfully, Copenhagen. I love the city and, having attended its fashion week twice, I’ve grown to think of it as the perfect, inspiring warm-up for the women’s shows.

So, stuck in a cold, dark and damp Dublin, I mostly read, wrote, pondered, and wore the same casual outfits on repeat. As we edge into a more promising February — which my son insists marks the beginning of spring, though my Siberian soul remains unconvinced — I can at least sense brighter days (and fashion) on the horizon.

As my sartorial choices were limited to sensible, practical pieces that wouldn’t disintegrate in the rain, I entertained myself by playing dress-up with my bags — a spirited away version of What’s In My Bag, filtered through a Domenico Gnoli painting preset (don’t ask me why —…