H&M Wows The Crap Out of Editor; Attributes It To (Possible) Psychic Bond.
I always enter seasons with very specific ideas. This summer I had a few basics in mind to create a meld between a Summer In New York circa 1925 or a blazing French August in 1952. To complete this look I know I needed a few basics but was weary about where to go. I am still in the process of watching my coins carefully and whilst passing through Brooks Brothers and Paul Stuart I saw so many fetching items but could not squeeze all of their prices into my budget.
So I traveled up 42nd street to my old faithful H&M and it was almost as if my mind was being read by whoever was stocking the racks. There I found what I call my pair of “Great Gatsby” shorts, several basic t-shirts that I desperatley needed, a pair of really nice linen pants, and, amazingly, two pairs of mens espadrilles. I was floored because it was, in all honesty, EVERYTHING on my summer basics list. Psychic bond? Coincidence? Over dramatic Editor reading into things too much? I may never know.













