>> I desperately wish I could reveal the reason why I was fortunate enough to wander around a beautiful 12th century Augustine monastery-turned-hotel perched on a hill, overlooking the picturesque town of Guimaraes in North Portugal. Then this post wouldn't look a little like an empty outfit postcard with an exquisite tiled background. There is a completely legitimate reason as to why Steve and I flew out to Portugal for a day. All will be revealed in due course, she says mysteriously. Actually, it might all be a bit of an anti-climax when we do tell so I'll just shut up and get on with the photo subject at hand – the incredibly serene Pousada de Guimaraes, where I took a gratuitous number of outfit photos.
I arrived by going dotty with the help of a new Acne skirt and a Marni top that I got on sale at Browns. Dots will invariably crop up here for the new season, says the TRENDSssssss and I'm hoping mine will be turned up in textural volume – PVC, faux fur, glitter perhaps?
I left the hotel, accidentally looking like the female counterpart to Francis of Assisi. Calm-inducing designer Dusan provided the silk shirt and skirt in tones, that matched the stonework of the monastery. Instead of a brown burlap robe, I get to waft about in a vintage Hermes coat from Strut off Broadway Market (too many pieces to talk up from this newfound vintage spot.).