It is nearly 5:00 Greenwich Mean Time, and I am typing this from the bed. I am wearing mismatched white thermal men's underwear (bottom by Hanes, top by Ann Taylor which I bought in 1980-something), and I haven't left home all day. According to reports from friends across town in East London, it's 'quiet' there, too. It is wintry cold here in London, and grey, but not raining.
It's a lounging around kind of day.
That is a funny word: lounge. I've looked it up on wikipedia: you can have an airport lounge, living room 'also known as lounge room, a room for entertaining guests, reading, watching TV or other activities', bar (establishment) or bar (counter), and that's just under architecture. There is also lounge music, a lounge singer, lounge car (on a train), lounge suit.. they don't even mention the verb, to lounge.
But my favourite part is the end: 'Lounging (disambiguation), the name of several things'
Lounging around here is the lovely Saskia, of not just medical, in a Rare burgundy velvet strapless number.
Saskia is my heroine: she was just on holiday in Mykonos, got majorly robbed their last night there (they were out, their flat was broken into, and because she was the only one who had locked her luggage, instead of them riffling thru and stealing select items as they did with her friends, they STOLE THE WHOLE SUITCASE, passport, wallet, and all). And yet, her attitude is magnificent. These photos were shot after she came back and, as you can see, she's still smiling.
I guess if you're a third year medical student, and have just finished your exams, a mere act of robbery is hardly going to throw you.
Shot at Soho House, London.