I don't need to tell you about the clothes at Burberry--you probably saw them this morning.
I don't need to go on about Mary Kate Olsen and Kristen Stewart. Or that I think it's silly Anna Wintour flew to London for a single collection and I can't tell you about the dog in the front row because I couldn't see around the paparazzi.
But I do need to gush about the clothes.
Store windows may be filling up with spring clothes, but I'm desperate to get my hands on shearling. The army green coat with ivory shearling spilling out the sides and sleeves--with brown leather straps and gold buckles going every which way--was brilliant. I'll wear thigh high anything, but especially python boots with dainty gold buckles, and if those don't go into production the shearling buckled booties will work.
We'll ignore the velvet parade, and jump to the last few looks in which Christopher Bailey piled every kind of fur or hair onto a single coat or into a leather bomber for a cozy explosion of jackets that prompted Mary Kate to remove her sunglasses for a closer look.
I'd even wear velvet, if it meant I could wear Bailey's boots and coats.