I have often looked on with a degree of envy at those women who exude a certain élan, an effortless cool born of some inner confidence or genetic leg up. You’d never see them in a strapless cocktail dress or mini skirt, but they are undeniably sexy. I don’t know if it’s my long-held fear of looking too masculine that has driven my many leg-baring vestiary choices, or if it’s some remnant of the old me who cares too much about other people’s opinions. (Personal style blogging is hazardous work for those so afflicted.) Whatever the case, I decided to throw off my self-imposed sartorial chains (and my bra) and throw on this silk jumpsuit. Consider it the anti-bodycon. How did I feel having strayed so far from my comfort zone? Liberated! Confident! And oh so comfortable. This laissez-faire scene is pretty intriguing. I think I might hang out here a while.