As I head towards my last few weeks of studies and put the finishing touches on my thesis, my personal photodiary is born. A cornucopia and repository of memories and places, people and smells, textures and sheens, flavours and thoughts. Quite possibly, chronologically displaced; a work-in-progress. A tribute to generations and years of clothes and shoes and bags-- however ancient, vintage, hand-me-down, a-few-seasons-ago, or spankin' new.
The mantra-- Everyday's a fashion parade ♥
Last night I snipped my fringe because my hair is getting too heavy and because I wanted to see something new. Today we had a lovely late lunch (well, 4pm lunch) of Middle Eastern delights. The shops were all closed and after peering into a million display windows fantasising about clothes, we headed for tea|coffee and tiramisu. The sky was gloomy-- whatever happened to summer?-- and so we were the only ones on the terrace of this Italian café where the cakes are fresh and awesome. And revelling in this gorgeous satin shirt that everyone who has seen it loves-- whilst happily telling them it's only fifty cents in Singapore currency or around 20-pence-- tucked lazily into my favourite pair of shorts. Tis been a loverly Sunday.
vintage shirt; Zara shorts; Charles & Keith heels; Mango, Aldo, Warehouse bangles; Celine bag; Diva & Aldo rings; Aldo earrings.