I love gloves. They’re the quickest way to feel fancy or warm or quirky or cute. I’ve got the Chloe’s, the Viv Westwood’s, the underground cult label, the sensible woollen handknits. But my all time favourites? A 1940s pair I climbed over a gazillion racks of clothing to reach in a Japanese vintage clothes shop, and a pair I swapped heaven-knows-what-for with a friend when we had a market stall together. They belonged to her Nan and they are the most gorgeous, delicate cream with the finest buttons and detail. I’ll never get them over my little finger, but they’ll be loved forever.
And if you don’t mind yourself a fashion photo, wake up your google for Henry Clarke. Divine.