I don’t own all that many suits. Read: I don’t own any suits. I honestly don’t know how I’ve come to live this many years ogling the likes of YSL’s Le Smoking, or Giorgio Armani’s classically draped two pieces, Chanel’s iconic tweeds, and never had any such ensemble call my closet home. I think that, not so deep down, I’ve harbored an aversion to suits. They always seemed too easy, too staid, and to me an irrefutable symbol of “the man” trying to quell our individuality. Alas, this misguided (yes, I have seen the light) ideology leaves me to cobble together suit looks with mismatched pieces. But you know what? I like it! The jacket in this look is a classic riding coat from my days in the saddle; the high waist trouser is Zara; the peek-a-boo bralet from Victoria’s Secret, and the shoes are Sergio Rossi. I belted the lot because, well, belts are everywhere this season and they’ve seeped into my subconscious, as trends are apt to do. Plus it adds a flirty Giambattista Valli-like flourish to the silhouette. Will I ever buy a real suit? I suspect I will. And if I do, you’ll be among the first to know.