The Diary of a Castaway

I had a stomach punch, tuna-wretch moment this morning when I was introduced through work to the incredible collection of Virginie Castaway. From the north of France but with the wild winds of Australia running through her veins she encapsulates my dream style. Each piece has the potential to become a wardrobe favourite. I'm going a little fashion film crazy at the moment and this one is no exception. It's that roadtrip I haven't quite taken yet in the places I'm still yet to see and the clothes I'm still yet to buy. The open road may be a little far away at the moment but at least I can salivate over the clothes here