While roaming endlessly around a boutique, you spy a statement style that screams perfection. You and this fancy little number have a stare down, and it seems to have won. The colors are perfect, design is flawless, and the shiny gold trim reels you in. Yep, it happened to me, and this time I fell for it. It was a fabulous, winter white, moto jacket with gold studs and it had me at hello. No discipline. None whatsoever.
