Yesterday morning I stopped by Swedish transplant Anine Bing‘s studio in Silverlake, something I’ve been meaning to do for so long now. Her designs are simple and casual but the details make everything feel special – slightly roided out zippers, a bare bones moccasin done in pony hair, tshirts with heathered stripes. Everything seemed like it would be such an obvious addition to my frantically running around LA during the day section of my closet. And that biker jacket! How was I without it for so long, I can’t even compute.
