I look outside my window and see those sleek Village girls in their skinny jeans and shiny riding boots, glossy little Moncler down jackets with nipped in waists, double-wrapped scarves and long freshly blown-out hair and think "Why aren't they freezing their size 2 asses off?"
Me, I need the scarf, the hat, the fingerless gloves, the down jacket (a several years old Jil Sander, but nowhere near as slick as those ubiquitous Monclers) and beneath it all, a thick shapeless but warm wool turtleneck. And still I'm cold.
I mean, Winter Silks help, but not THAT much!
