First in a series.
I've just unpacked from a month o' holidays. I feel I did pretty well, considering. Considering I knew I wouldn't wear at least half the stuff, but since I didn't know which half.. you know what I mean.
There are, however, a few essentials I will not go on a tropical holiday without:
1. White Brooks Brothers' shirt, which once belonged to my husband (I choose from three, but love them all).
2. Black one piece swimsuit, plain as possible (I also wear bikinis, but the one piece is my base of operations: all my wardrobe ends up layering up above that
3. Swim goggles (because I'm so neurotic about going without, I usually pack three, but have one favourite: on this trip it was a white pair by Speedo)
4. My white Havaiana flip flops. I found them, literally, on the street, near the cinema on Fulham Road in London, one wintry morning, the day after I'd trekked to Notting Hill to buy my first pair in hot pink. This was years ago. I'd read about them and the Notting Hill shop was the only place I knew that sold them. I have no clue why someone left those two shoes in the middle of the street: it looked like some fashionista from a tropical climate had literally skipped out of her shoes, like Cinderella, into a waiting pumpkin. Someday, I am sure I will get contacted by someone who will say 'THOSE ARE MY FLIP FLOPS!' and then tell me the crazy story. It was in about 2006, perhaps sooner.
Okay, enough chit chat from me. These were all shot on the same day, in the DR: we had gone to this lovely beach that Annie had been to before, and because of the storms, the water was polluted from the town of Cabrera, and we couldn't swim. I love love love the colours there, and the island is still informing how I choose to dress here in London: my colour palate has become richer, deeper.
But it always starts, for me, with black and white. And ends, hopefully happily ever after, in a body of water of some description.
What would YOU take to a desert island?