Whenever I wear this camel coat I’m transported back to Amsterdam. Most of the time, I’m sitting in Pancake Corner, a cup of coffee in hand, awaiting my calorific breakfast [chocolate & cream galore], doing my usual daydreaming out of the window – watching the world pass me by.
I love how a piece of clothing can bring back a certain memory. My wardrobe is full of hanging recollections of fur coats worn in New York, chunky scarves in Venice, pretty playsuits in Milan, and sheer shirts in Sharm el sheikh. Maybe this is why I’m a hoarder? I’m afraid that if I throw pieces away, my memories will be lost forever.