You’d be forgiven for calling me biased based on the fact that the utterly divine duo behind Seven Violets are my pals. However, let it be known that no amount of mutual love, respect and admiration would make me gush over clothing I didn’t actually find gush-worthy; a good actress, I am not. So the following bout of adoration is brought to you from a purely neutral standpoint: I can’t get enough of this, frankly, fucking marvellous two-piece. The runner shorts are CAF (comfy as fuck, get to know), the matching maxi jacket floats majestically in the wind and makes me feel like a cooty cahooty caped crusader aaaaand the brilliance of this whole SV shebang is that it requires zero thought. Just add shoes. And a top if you’re feeling conservative. I may as well not have bothered. #nipsbeslippin’ #itwascoldaiiiite? #whenaremyboobiesgonnabeasbigasmybooty?
Phew. That’s it. Gushing over. Over and out.