What represents a classic is a nebulous subject given to much prowling and column inches.  But the timeless biker jacket has to be up there enthroned in a glowing light – just the heat it lets off is thrilling.

It plays like a whisper on your shoulders – something casually flung over a light as a butterfly silk dress..

Or worn with nonchalant macho power and high voltage control.

It’s a well oiled machine and I’m surprised I haven’t got one.

…Doesn’t mean I’m not looking..

Laters, Kate x