I am a big, in fact no, massive fan of beaten up leather, why ? because it has soul, it has lived breathed and probably almost died with the wearer on a number of occasions … i know this to be true of at least one of the next 3 images … i will leave that up to you decide … i find leather when used and bruised to be comparable to a faithful ole hound, loyal and very much in tune with the owner … so hey here’s to old dogs and old leather. The jacket below i bought from a gentleman called ‘Crosby’ a sort of hybrid between a Vietnam vet and a hippy … i guess they exist afterall … he has a stall at the vintage fair at Fairfax high in L.A … one of the nicest people i met in LA the first time i ever went … spent 3 hours chatting … dude knows !
this is my favourite piece of clothing i own - WW2 G1 Pilots jacket U.S Navy
i like to imagine that this is my 'Marrakesh writers bag' and i have pages and pages of handwritten notes relevant to my novel in it ... maybe there is and maybe there isn't ?!
Last but by no means least my Mulberry ... damn this bag is beautiful ... i wanna take this chance to thank Vanessa ... she hooka me up !!
