Long before the culture of forever pieces, capsule dressing and sustainability, I have been wearing my clothes to death. I gave a mohair coat alopecia from overuse, put arse marks in my favourite leather trousers and impaled too many cardigans with my pointy elbows. If I like it, I wear it until I wear it out. R.I.P. ☠
I only began to realise how much I …
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