With Summer drawing to a close for another year, It`s time to look ahead.
It`s time to pack away your shorts for another year. It`s time to invest wisely. Soon it will be cold. How do you look good and stay warm at the same time? For Women cashmere is the answer.
Luckily for us, Clan Douglas Cashmere Studio are launching their first collection for Autumn Winter 2010 next week.
Clan Douglas Cashmere Studio is a division of Hawick knitwear ltd. Arguably the home of British Knitwear, Hawick supply collections for all the major players in the industry; Lyle & Scott, Pringle, Burberry, Black fleece by Thom Browne, Agent Provocateur.
Scottish cashmere is renowned for its high quality and luxurious texture, and Clan Douglas Cashmere Studio is proud to claim its heritage, design and production as exclusively Scottish.
The sumptuous feel of cashmere is emphasised by the variety of styles available in the Clan Douglas Cashmere Studio collection.
The finest yarns are used to ensure the production of elegant colour details and consistent superior quality.
The 30 piece collection includes intricately designed cardigans, knitted dresses with contemporary silhouettes, exquisite twin sets with a modern twist, oversized cowl-neck jumpers and signature Studio Stripe accessories; all hand-finished by craftsmen and craftswomen.
The collection`s creator is designer Alex Feechan, an award-winning designer with a 1st class honours degree and an MA from the prestigious Royal College of Art, London.
Furthermore, and this is a nice touch, every designer cashmere piece in the collection has been given the name of a Scottish poem to reflect its authentic origins.
Clan Douglas Cashmere Studio will be available at various boutiques around the country & online at www.cashmerestudio.com. Recommended retail prices start at £144 to £599 – available at selected boutiques including; Austique on the King`s Road, KJ`s Laundry in Marylebone, Bridget Salmassian in Wimbledon Village.
Please enjoy the collection and, below,one of the poems used in tandem with the new collection –
Those Winter Sundays by Robert E Haydn
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labour in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
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