On my last day in London I had breakfast with Charlie at the Old Shoreditch Station where we were serenaded by a barista boy and watched a psychedelic surreal mural being painted onto...Read More →
On my last day in London I had breakfast with Charlie at the Old Shoreditch Station where we were serenaded by a barista boy and watched a psychedelic surreal mural being painted onto the wall. The whole experience was only made better by the warm coffee-house vibe and the fact that you could skip right next door into No-One, a shop stocked with loads of awesome Scandinavian brands (Dagmar, Won Hundred, Cheap Monday etc etc). This was my final meal with long hair. Straight after I hopped over to Taylor Taylor where I had 9 inches cut off my manky mane. But, more on that later…
Hope you’re having a great weekend! xx
My Thanksgiving didn’t quite go the way the way it was meant to: there were no turkeys to be found (I failed at even getting my hands on a replacement chicken) so I made Greek salad instead. Normally I’d watch Planes, Trains and Automobiles but decided to go for the Sopranos. It all felt decidedly un-festive. There wasn’t a big meal, no Macy’s parade or football to watch and I couldn’t even get revved up for Black Friday madness… it felt a bit like any other day. That was until I came across this post. It made me want to sit around a table and indulge in that cringe-worthy tradition of having to say what you’re thankful for. And, if I did the things that would top my list would of course be friends and family. Despite them being spread across countless cities and countries it’s always the best when you’re reunited. Also, I’m pretty darn thankful for this little here blog and for the people (ehem, that you) that keep coming back to it . Unexpectedly, this has given me the opportunity to pursue all sorts of things I never thought possible.
Okay, enough with the sentimentals because I have something very important to say. I’m seriously obsessed with these boots – they have become the Converse of my winter. I wear them pretty much everyday and they are only getting better and softer and more wonderful. That is all.
Wearing: Zara jumper, Topshop Ambush boots, Moto leigh burgundy jeans, Sambag black snakeskin tote and black scarf borrowed from Charlie. Photos by Shini. p.s. Congratulations to the winner of the Cooee Designs giveaway – Emily from Wardrobe Block.
It’s Thanksgiving, I know – I ought to be snuggled up in a wooly jumper making an apple pie and planning my Christmas shopping list. But instead I’m sitting here dreaming about spring and patching together a collage consisting of the Beverly Hillbillies and cacti. Random how these things happen. I don’t even care though (soon I’ll swap into holiday mode and bake my turkey etc etc ec).
I can’t help but feel quite captivated by the classic 1950s imagery that inspired these collections. Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe and Thunderbirds for Prada. Flames, Santa Fe and Elly May Clampett for Scott. It’s a sort-of nod to all things Americana, in an exaggerated surreal form. Currently at the top of my ss12 wish list are those platformed saddle shoes by Jeremy Scott and the Prada sunglasses that Anna Dello Russo has already been strutting around in (swooon).
Autumn and I tend to bump heads. It always comes a bit too early and unpleasantly fast. Snatching away the last bits of warmth, it strips the trees of their leaves and slowly sucks away my tan. But, I suppose it’s not so bad. When it’s cold meals tend to get longer, drinks warmer, and bellies a little pudgier. I’ve already started spending my evenings on the couch with hot chocolate and Christmas movies… hah, I know I’m a bit early but what the heck – it’s hard to resist.
When I was last in London I spent an afternoon with Charlie and Lexxie at the Albion. It’s one of my favourite places to go whenever I’m in town. Despite there being a big selection of delicious sounding things on the menu I always always order the breakfast bap. It totally sums up English breakfast for me and you can’t get anything like it in Switzerland.
p.s. I’ve been trying to make some changes to the blog (font/slider etc) if you have any thoughts (positive or negative) please let me know.
It was a chilly afternoon a few weeks ago in London and the perfect opportunity to try out a bit of levitation. It’s a tricky thing to do. You’ve got to concentrate really hard, think light thoughts, imagine yourself floating above the ground… but most importantly jump high, be still, and try to snap the photo while you’re headed up rather than when you’re crashing back towards the ground.
It was Shini that introduced me to the wonderful world of Natsumi Hayashi and her levitating antics. Seriously, how does she get so high? Does she have an invisible trampoline underneath her? Is she actually a life sized puppet held up by strings? I’m not sure but I’m hooked and I have a long way to go in learning how to levitate.