When I find a shirt I like, a cut that fits me well, that minimizes my arm flab and compliments/complements my silhouette, I tend to buy it in as many colours as strike my fancy (which, as my mother will say, translates into the bruise palette of black/grey/blue). It’s kind of awesome to see that Cecilia Bartoli thinks the same way:
As if you need more reason to love her.
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