One of the things I’m most excited for this winter is the prospect of wearing capes. Deep down I don’t think I’ve ever grown up since the days of running around my garden with a piece of fabric fastened to the back of my neck, pretending I was a witch. Or a superhero. And let’s not forget Harry Potter chic. This season’s capes are a little less gaudy, not as Halloween witchy and altogether far more socially acceptable, nay, encouraged.
Aren’t they pretty?