I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so invested in combinations of knitwear as I was last week when faced with this town’s new arctic mood. Layers — when negotiating overheated offices, freezing external forays and chilly chez Moss — were the only way forward.
Eyeing up the menswear collections (yes, more fashion shows have started; this week it’s Paris haute couture, then the month-long womenswear carnival will kick into gear — gird yourselves), I was seduced by a new Prada moment.
