I’ve been a fan of Victor Huge since I was young. Truthfully, it all started when my mom bought me the Les Misérables soundtrack when I was about 13. I tortured myself with that soundtrack, belting out each song in my bedroom with teen-angst abandon. I have been lucky enough to see the show in New York, Boston, and now Perth, and to this day my heart aches over each and every mournful song.
Do you ever have items in your wardrobe that you completely forget about? That you tuck in a drawer, all excited to wear, and then it gets pushed to the back of your mind, crowded by all of the lists and errands and work-related responsibilities? For whatever reason, that always happens to me and tights. I’ve done my best to organize my collection, imported them into Dressed for inspiration failure, and happily await a day with that telltale chill in the air. But, like water through my fingertips, the minute I close the lid to their secure spot in my wardrobe,…