Party season’s over. A new year, for the more fickle among us, is an invitation to leave things behind, to toss our old skins into the fire. We nurture grand plans, most involving dancing away as newly reinvented, regularly gym-going, macro-counting doppelgangers of ourselves: similar on the outside, but essentially, innately transformed.
While we may know (from experience, ahem) that that’s not entirely how it works, the beckon of a new year – and a new vision for our own style – calls.
