It is really cold here in London, cold and dark and wintry and raining. We were going to go camping to a really beautiful part of Cornwall, near St. Ives, but we're scrapping that plan. My Old Man, Mr. D, just said 'there's nothing better than drinking a cup of tea when it's raining' and I realised, he really, really doesn't feel about swimming and summer like I do.
Someone actually sent me an Anonymous comment - I've just come across it - a few weeks ago, she (or he, more likely a she) was pissed off that google had sent her to my blog for street style, and I'd let her down. I'd have offered her money back except I didn't know how to reach her.
The truth is: I'm just not feeling it on the streets at the moment. EVERYONE is away and if they're not, they're just trying not to catch pneumonia. I was actually stranded in a Cafe Nero today, Mr. D, bless his cotton socks, arrived with a waterproof hooded mac. Now THAT's love.
Actually, why I am writing all this? There's no one to read it - you're all off, no doubt, in sunny climes. This is one of the few shots I got since I'm back, when we were going to see a GREAT French film (Heartbreaker: seriously, don't miss it). She was outside Sophie's on Fulham Road, I didn't ask this girl's name or where she got her top, I just like that blue. I love those kind of colours against lush dark backgrounds. That's really all I've got to say, I promise there will be more style WHEN I FIND SOME. Meanwhile, it's back to my P.G Tips.