The other day I met up with a fashion industry friend, one of the most well-dressed — not to mention willowy — people I know. Like most other folk with whom I am rendezvousing these days, I hadn’t seen her for months. She looked as incredible as ever in a fine khaki wool tie-waisted jacket, a kind of kimono-ish affair, with a cracking Dior bag and leopard shoes. It was only after an hour or so that she ’fessed up that during lockdown she had put on quite a bit of weight round her middle. It was all tucked away under that cunning trompe-l’oeil of a jacket, which gave her a waist while hiding that she doesn’t feel as if she

Source: The Times May 11, 2021 23:00 UTC