I have a bad habit when spring arrives: I always underestimate the possible cold weather.
For me, the only fact that spring is officially here makes me put my coat away in the depth of my wardrobe.
This is how this biker jacket saved my life while I was freazing in something too thin. Problem is, it was not any biker jacket, but THE Chanel one. Borrowed for half a day, it broke my heart to give it back.
Telling a friend about the strength needed to part from this jacket, she made a good point though. It was too big for me.
Maybe, but then it is probably also the only reason why, dear friend, your perfect jacket and I did not elope to the Maldives. So please, don't say anything more.
This short but intense meeting was immortalised on pictures:
Chanel biker jacket
Claudia Cauriand cuff