Having suffered through an extended assault of summer heat these last few months, the first few whispers of Autumn are about to restore my love of Sydney. Catching my morning ferry from Neutral Bay past the Opera House and into the Quay, I am constantly waiting for the mornings where it is necessary to be in a 3 piece, gloves and overcoat to be comfortable sitting in the bow.
The colder months mean all things I love, sartorially speaking, and the layers of colour, the deeper, richer tones, the contrasting textures - all act as an extended palette with which to paint my picture. If summer is a baked ochre image, winter is a lolly jar of oil paints.
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