There is something quietly autumnal about walnut — the colour of long afternoons, old libraries, the last warm light of the year. The pleats carry that mood in motion, unhurried and self-possessed. A skirt for the woman who dresses for her own sense of occasion rather than anyone else's.
There is something quietly autumnal about walnut — the colour of long afternoons, old libraries, the last warm light of the year. The pleats carry that mood in motion, unhurried and self-possessed. A skirt for the woman who dresses for her own sense of occasion rather than anyone else's.