Every once in a while, I wear an outfit that evokes a certain feeling to me, and I begin a story narrative in my head. It’s not always a complete narrative, but more an emotion or a look that gets me started on the tangent of the imaginary character by whom my clothes might be worn. Here, I felt as if this could be the outfit of a vagabond who had married into high society, but couldn’t quite hide her wanderer’s heart. I think it’s partly due to the hidden leopards in my skirt, who prowl among the flowers and aren’t immediately apparent, but also this vintage jacket with its…