As the gland-sucklingly dry Miranda Priestly quips in The Devil Wears Prada; “Florals for spring? Groundbreaking.” I agree – flower print on girls over 12 or Hawaiian shirts on men of any age unsettles me – save for this.
In the fictitious world where I spend half a grand on a seasonal handbag, I would be plucking out 3.1 Phillip Lim’s flower-splattered Pashli of the sartorial garden.
