September starts with warm memories of the last summer adventures. Another season has gone, another few months and a new year starts. But looking back at all the places I have visited, all the people I have met, all the experience I have gathered this year, there is not a single second I regret being gone.
And while my London is all about fittings, meetings and castings, my Journey of the Bochic Clutch ends in the sunny Portugal. You have already seen me wearing the fine piece on the Greek island Skopelos, and also in Moscow. On a quiet evening in a little town in Algarve, dressed in a coral Three Floor dress, I took the clutch for a walk in search of the perfect Portuguese dessert.