What do I do with my hands?

Bloggers of esteem allege that early outfit shoots are excruciating. Admittedly, no tripod and a room the size of a matchbox mean this is the best it's going to get at present. We can call these Salzig: The Radiator Days, or possibly Salzig: The Unkempt Bed Days.

I could pick faults for weeks but, hey, everything has to begin somewhere. This is becoming my uniform on days off and is probably the most colourful in my wardrobe, which says a lot. The dress is vintage, 50s corduroy, and from Edinburgh's own vintage purveyors, W. H. Armstrong; scarf from Ness, another local label; coat is Perri Cutten; beret from Melbourne's Harry Wragg; glasses are vintage from Punti di Vista.

It is a swirlable dream.