Finals are over. So is my diet of computer screen with a side non-descriptive mush from my that comes out of my blender 3 times a day. Because why cook, or indeed chop when raw is meant to be healthy.
And in celebration I am taking my pasty self outside to try to get re-accustomed to daylight. Cue SPF gazillion and a full-body leather get-up to make sure I don’t suddenly burst into flames.
But, vampire or not, Noting Hill here I come. The magnolia-lined streets are jam packed with cars, and very small but very loud dogs. But, as far as London goes, this is serene (translation: I’ll take what I can get).
Dress: Vintage | Bag: Vintage | Shoes: Reiss