There is something irrevocably sexy about a black leather jacket beaten up by every season. Sun, rain, wind and snow. You name it, I have been there (with my jacket tied around my waist or draped around my shoulders).
It was a splurge many years ago but when I compare it to how many times I wore it during those years, it was a bargain. Every time I want to add a bit of edge to an outfit, feel sexy or cool, I pick her up. The funny thing about a well-cut …
