I hope you've all had a lovely bank holiday, despite the copious amounts of rain lashing down today, if you're a fellow UK citizen. Call me strange but I've somewhat welcomed the array of downpours and drop in temperature - it's like that little nod to Autumn, a.k.a. 'sweater weather', a.k.a. my favourite time of the year and a swift goodbye to the sultry, tourist-filled months of Summer. Ironic, considering this post is the final instalment of my outfits shot in the sun-soaked streets of LA but what better way to transition between seasons than to feature a beloved, wardrobe staple that's going to carry me through both? (Yes trench coat, I am referring to you).
This was actually Alix and I's favourite shoot to date, due to location, lighting and how well the ensemble actually photographed. Surprising really, as it's comprised of so little - a mere two garments and two accessories, not including the shoes.
Just shows that sometimes, the simplest ideas can produce the best outcomes.
So I'm following with another ensemble I sported during my time in LA. I say LA...I did also attempt to wear these shorts in Vegas, on the strip, one evening, to only be greeted by, "I like your basketball shorts". After that, they were quietly folded away until we reached Beverly Hills. Safe to say, Vegas didn't really understand fashion a whole lot, though it was very good at the whole 'wow factor' and entertainment aspect - you can't have it all! Despite this, I am still pretty much in love with these £12 bargain beauties and, basketball fan or not, they are the perfect, staple piece to have in your wardrobe.
Those of you who are super observant will have noticed the mirroring of the 'crossover' style in both the crop top and the shoes. Don't worry, I didn't at the time either. I'd love to say this was all pre-planned and 'thought out' but it was only on reflection that I spotted it! Happy little accident.
Pretty neat though, don'tcha think?
ps. points to you if you picked up on the unintentional 'sported' pun ;) xxx
Photography by the ever talented Alix Blankson. Find more of her work HERE.
S'been a while, hasn't it? Exactly a month, to be precise but let's just swiftly move past that and not dwell on my long overdue blogpost. Perhaps you'll forgive me when I say that I've been in LA and Vegas for the past 2 weeks - the places of dreams and uncanny portion sizes. Not sure whether that helps or hinders my plea for forgiveness but either way - I LOVE AMERICA!!
I'll be doing a post of a few snaps I took on my USA adventure, so you have that to look forward to...if that's your thing. If it isn't, well don't you worry - I managed to rope Alix into doing a couple of outfit shoots before we left so stay tuned, if you haven't all given up on me already!
It seems, that even in 30-40 degree heat, I can't escape wearing black, but that's just something I've come to accept now and the whole 'lightweight fabric, oversized' vibe helped me out a treat with keeping cool. Have you ever woken up one morning and thought 'nah, don't fancy a top today'? 'Cause apparently I did.
But really, who needs a top when your bikini is this pretty?
So yesterday, I very much turned 20. The big 'two oh' - ie. time to stop pretending to be a teenager and accept the fact that it's time to be an adult...ie. time to start looking at the bigger picture and perhaps the future and the direction in which your life is heading. For me, this is a pretty scary prospect, because, as much as I like to project a sense of 'got-my-sh*t-together' level headedness, in reality, I'm still just a lost soul, trying to figure out who I am, what I want and where I want to be.
Deep thoughts aside, I actually had a very lovely day, with thanks to my beautiful family. My sister Alix and I always talk about wanting to explore more and of course, we want to travel abroad, but I think you often miss those little gems that are on your doorstep when you're caught up in everyday life. She decided to take me to Lewes - a town 20 mins from Brighton which I'm surprisingly unfamiliar with but Alix knows pretty well. On recommendation, she took me to The Buttercup Cafe - the most quaint, little cafe I've ever seen, set in a sun-soaked mews and filled with an array of beautifully bright flowers in every available space - everything rustic and homemade. We gorged on brownies and carrot cake, whilst having a natter, before exploring the picturesque environment around us!
Down almost every street were these dainty, little houses and mismatched shops and buildings, with pastel or brightly coloured themes - each with its own character and story to tell. Naturally, I gravitated towards the pink one, quietly unaware that the cute, elderly lady that lived there was patiently waiting for me to stop being a tourist and let her into her home. Doesn't that make this all the more precious?
(pictures were taken on a combo of iphone 4 + 5, apologies for the variation in quality)
Living in a city has its perks but there's something about smaller towns that spark an overwhelming sense of childhood nostalgia - alongside comfort and safety. Pretty apt, considering the occasion and what seems like the beginning of my long journey into adulthood. Just goes to show how often we overlook the things that are right under our noses.