Every once in a while you get that just-been-struck-by-lightning feeling when you see something in a store. (Right? Or is this just me?) This seems to happen to me a disproportionate amount of time when I walk into AllSaints. Having never met a black leather jacket I don’t like, their moody, tough aesthetic really speaks to me.
Recently I popped in there when I had 20 minutes to kill between appointments, and I walked out with this jacket. Which is sort of dumb, because now it’s finally getting warm enough that you don’t need a jacket.
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