This is the month where everything begins to feel slightly undone in the best way possible. Coats are carried more often than worn, sleeves pushed up absentmindedly, collars left open.
There is something quietly subversive about wearing black in the spring.
There is a certain romance to the Month of March despite its many gloomy days, when the sun does come out, like today, it's glorious and warm and golden and carries with it a different kind of optimism than the other winter months.
March moves through the streets in a slow, luminous thread. Sunlight lingers longer on the backs of coats, on the quiet swell of skin beneath careful touch.
The light is slipping away earlier and earlier, and once British Summer Time ends on the 26th, we’ll lose even more of it. I won’t pretend I’m taking it well. People are posting their loafers and soft sweaters, but outside it’s cold, wet, and sharp with wind.
A few late-spring fashion favourites including the perfect breezy shirt dress, woven leather sandals, and other effortless essentials for warm days and golden light.
There is something quietly radical about the blue button-up shirt. Once the domain of uniforms and school dress codes, it has long since slipped those confines, becoming a symbol of understated confidence.