In a moment of delerium I bought this delightfully brash geisha-inspired jacket last weekend.
I had seen it at Antiques on Kloof (the little gem of a vintage store just down the road from my house) many a time, and had caressed its intricately origami’d patches, admired its primary-meets-offbeat vibrance…
And then I walked in, as if compelled, and bought it. R150.00 later, it is hanging on a rail in my bedroom, yet another reminder that I have zero willpower when it comes to the outlandish and completely impractical. My reasoning (if I am forced to have some) is that it could be used in some kind of Neo Geisha shoot. And also that no one else should possess it.