Back to the coats.
I first got a whiff of her penchant for an impeccably tailored bit of magic in June 2011, when Catherine visited Victoria Barracks wearing a navy Alexander McQueen coat. It fit her lithe body like a glove and commanded attention despite its subtle design.
Ranking my favorite coats was a challenge, and it’s difficult not to go back and rearrange my decisions. There are those that didn’t make the cut, which will spark a lively debate on whether or not I am fit to speak about such things.
Never mind all that. Let’s fight over coats. Continue reading