I'm a little bit in love with this blazer.
It's so simple, just a well-cut jacket in a slightly rumpled gorgeous rust colored cotton with a delicate barely-there sheen to it. It's slouchier than any tailored piece in my closet, but much more tailored than any slouchy piece I own, striking an impossible balance, and shocking me as I realize that I have a deep need for exactly such an item. How did I not even know this until now? Sadly, I tried it on in a far away land in a size 2, and only can only find it in a 0 and a 1. I don't honestly even know what those numbers mean, but I think they mean that, for now at least, it is not meant to be mine.