When the city turns into a frying pan, you either stop layering or you die. Well, that was last week at least. Warm weather came and then left again so quickly, I didn't have the time to post these photos while it was still here. But we have experienced enough warm weather this year for me to be able to state with certainty that when hot town, summer in the city strikes, my thrifted, silk Jaeger blouse immediately ascends to the most exalted position in my wardrobe. Likewise, my candy stripe cotton skirt from Danish design house Designers Remix never fails to step up to the plate. That's thrifted too, by the way. That and the bag. The sandals are still Margaret Howell; the sunglasses Marc Jacobs. Now excuse me while I go melt.
What? Humans can do that, can't they?
If you're wondering what it is I'm standing so awkwardly in front of, it's a rendition of the Danish Crown Princess Mary. She's from Tasmania. That's Australia.
Land of the one of the most awesome strands of the English vocabularies.