I still can’t quite believe it myself, but one of my mother’s dearest friends, Jules, just sent me Tina Turner’s bolero leather jacket made by the great Azzedine Alaïa. That’s it pictured above, just casually lying on my dressing table. As someone who firmly believes in the idea that ephemeral traces are left behind and imbue things and places and even …
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