COS~TUME...

Shh, don't tell Jean Touitou, but I've been having a secret affair with COS. (AKA Celine On Sale).  It's unusual for a high street brand, albeit an upmarket one, to have me exhibiting those classic symptoms: taking weird inconvenient detours that lead me to its doors, then hey, since I just happen to be passing I may as well take a look. Followed by sighing and stroking