byPublished on 17th December 2010 05:00 PM
My infatuation started in the late 1980’s.
I would wander down Bond Street in my ripped jeans, MA1 jacket and treasured Gucci two tone suede loafers and with quite some aplomb, cruise into this hallowed store. It smelled and tasted of wealth. The silence produced by the rich muffled purple carpets, the smell of leather and wood and the distinctive ever present, glorious taste of ‘Miss Asprey’ in the air.