Was with my lovely friend Bronwyn the other day, after a great walk in Hyde Park with the dogs (hers, and a friend's). We were having a coffee outside Paul on Gloucester Road. It was grey and almost balmy, cool but in that nice summer will last forever way. We were talking colour: we both were wearing grey. She, in a lovely combo of muted brown tee, grey cashmere cardigan, and pale faded blue jeans, me in an old favourite grey cotton knit hoodie that looks a bit like a knight's chain mail knit, but feels great, with white jean shorts & my pink plastic sandals.
We were saying how we just can't wear our bright summer dresses now, it feels too ridiculous (and too cold) and she said 'You know what I like grey with? Orange. Or paler. Tangerine.' Right on cue, the girl with the gang (above) ran by. Bronwyn wasn't too sure about the pajama pants and uggs, but I liked her attitude. Then, swear to God, two minutes later, Sienna (top) passed - she lives near us, in different mews to ours, and is such a sweet, pretty girl - and then a girl with torange shoes came in for a coffee. It was a true tangerine trilogy, all in the space of literally five minutes.
Incidentally: I've been feeling lately that I'm not giving you girls enough inspirational, dress up posh looks, but my problem is, I'm shooting street style, and this, frankly, is how posh girls in London dress during the day. At least in my part of town. But if and when I see anyone dressed to the nines in fabulous heels, I promise to track them down and shoot them. Theoretically, I can outrun them.
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