I've had my eye on
Wes Gordon and the Upper East Side vein that runs through his collection for the past few seasons. Beautifully tailored and impeccably styled, his girl seemed to be waiting for the time when she could take her place among the ladies who lunch.
But
this season, she seemed a bit roughed up. A bit unbuttoned.
As if she had one of those long nights that leaves you tired, disheveled, and a little exhilarated.
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