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 of garments that I can actually afford to buy. The problem is that I want one of everything they've done this season, which again, I can't afford. I'm not averse to plundering the men's section for cable knit and fishermen sweaters - or duffel bags. Or scarves.
For women, there's a tiny collared shirt and some underwear, and a velvet dress, and a black leather clutch bag on my mental wishlist, but I couldn't find pictures of them on the COS website, which resists my attempts to navigate it smoothly for some reason. The photos above don't really represent my absolute faves - except the big grey sweater, which I have. Maybe I need to get a bit of secret camera action on next time I'm in there.