Coming back to London after four months – FOUR MONTHS! – has thrust me into a state of constant celebration. All I want to do is hug long-lost friends ’til they pop, over-caffeinate at all the coffee shops I’ve abused as roaming work spaces, and dress like I’m ready for an impromptu East End rooftop party at the drop of a flat.
It’s good to be back (and wearing skirts that children try to stroke on the Underground), London.
What I Wore:
Weaver Skirt in Disc Sequin White from Motel
Leopard print top from Ganni
Nude ballet flats with a bow (similar here)
Ol’ faithful biker jacket (similar here)
