It turns that no matter how hard I try, I can't escape a good two-piece; there wasn't a chance in hell of me leaving Urban Outffitters without this trouser and cropped shirt. And, while it may leave me with a hell of a lot of belly button territory on show, this monochrome, polka dot set hangs and feels like pyjamas - aka I feel like I'm wearing NO clothes. It's confusingly wonderful.
What's that I hear? You notice I'm wearing heels, again? Pretty shoes do not make for comfortable feet or an easy pace, whatever the photo below, entailing carefree expression and generous stride, leads you to believe.
Urban Outffiters Trousers & Top | Guess heels* | Grafea bag (via Coggles)* | Monki coat
Photographs by Hanna Kristina
Seeing as we shot this post in the courtyard of Bussey, one of my fairly frequent stomping grounds, it seems relevant to pick a tune from South East Londoner King Krule, who grew up around and still lives close to Peckham. Krule's melancholic tone and solemn lyrics that make up Neptune Estate, from his debut album 6 Feet Beneath The Moon, have recently been reworked. The track now features vocals from both Lucki Eck$ and Wiki, accomplishing something that bit more vehement but with the fragile edge of the original still intact.