I bought a Rag & Bone jacket the other day. I feel like it has a bit of a bad boy thing going – not bad boy in the motorcycle gang creaky leather sense. Rather, bad little boy spoiled with treats, sticking gum on his teacher’s chair. Speaking of goblin school.
This also works as an accurate self portrait (of my soul, at the very least), minus the fat sacks of goblin silver.
I replaced the buttons, though, because I’m obsessive like that. Wooden buttons make me all tittering and weak in the knees.