Maybe, just maybe, I have an overly romanticized view of my life abroad. Reality tugs at me now and then, forcing me to acknowledge that life will be very different, more difficult and yet more simple; that my work will likely be heartbreaking; that all manners of attention to dress may fall by the wayside, just a bit, temporarily. But for now, while I entertain an imaginary life lived in the ease of washed-out chambrays, stripes, and rolled up pants, I want this collection. If only the U.S. dollar would shape up.
P.S. They ship to Cambodia.