This is what I would call „inappropriate“: coveting sandals in den midst of autumn (slash winter). Happily I’m not out of tune that often (yes, I’m trying to console myself). I don’t think myself as a person who leafs through Vogue and dreams of a winter coat just when the heat wave hits the town. Entering a shop and trying on something woolly or fluffy is pretty much unthinkable. So how am I able to explain today’s choice? Let’s agree that this is a slip-up. Can we move on now?