Wearing: striped pyjama top - paul smith. skinny belt - club monaco. little boys tux jacket - thrifted. blush shorts - thrifted. black tights - american apparel. shoes - nine west.
Six months into my life as a Londoner and I'm officially bored of just about everything I brought with me. If the last post was any indication of the packed closet I was accustomed to, I am living with a very limited wardrobe. It dawned on me that if I added Jash's close into the mix, I would have twice as many. May I introduce the pilfered clothing club! Yes, I am wearing a pyjama top, but who's judging? It was comfy.
This was our pilgrimage back to Danbury Street in Islington where I lived back in 2009. Memorrieeesss.
My new style inspiration has come courtesy of Poison and other hair metal bands. Seriously, watch the music video - there are so many sweet elements to be lifted from them. Jash is shaking his head. I still stand by my statement.
Labels: east london, England, JASH, Music, personal style