Rocking out on a Saturday night watching reruns of superior Swedish cop show Wallander is reigniting my love for all things scandonavish. Gazing over bleak grey landscapes in a creased yet excellently tailored suit, in a supporting neutral tone. Meaningful silences in thick cashmere jumpers. Etc. Quiet and interesting. Like a chess champion.
In support of the fairly rambling statement above, some picks from Acne's SS 2011 show. Because they are Swedish. God, look at all that grey. I'm salivating.
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