Acne angora knit, beanie from Vietnam
Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you are having (or had) an amazing day, wherever in the world you may be! This shot was taken earlier today in Prague, at the top of a picturesque hill, looking out over the beautiful old city. Prague has been a pretty magical place to spend the festive season; plenty of sparkling lights, decorated trees, Christmas markets and mulled wine.
This isn’t my first Christmas away from home, but it is my first in the Northern Hemisphere, far from the usual rituals, balmy days and fresh fruit. I was hoping this was going to be my first white Christmas, but the weather has been far to great for that. Anyway, much love and Merry Christmas!
The second (and final) installment of my Paris travel photos – such a beautiful, bustling city – it really did sweep me off my feet. It’s such a great feeling to discover a new city; learning to navigate my around, finding the best place for a coffee, mastering the underground, visiting a great restaurant for the second time, and seeing the same similar landmarks each day on my way home. Until next time, Paris.
Faux fur jacket, Zara scarf, Nobody jeans, Celine bag, Acne boots
Not a new jacket by any means, but this ball of white fluff has been keeping me warm as I acclimatise to a European winter. My other half tells me I focus on the weather far to much; but I think I just like to be prepared. These were taken on a glorious afternoon at the Musée du Louvre with the winter sun streaming through the glass pyramids; such a beautiful sight.
After London we left for Paris, arriving on a beautiful Saturday morning to our super cute apartment in the heart of the city. I was more than happy to indulge in Parisian cliches, and we spent an incredible ten days eating an excessive amount of cheese, baguettes, drinking red wine and strong espresso. Our time there was filled with sight-seeing, exploring, wandering down picture-perfect French streets, shopping in lovely stores, hunting down amazing restaurants and stumbling across hidden bars. Paris definitely lived up to expectations. It feels good to know that I’ll be heading back again soon for Fashion Week.