My sister and I meandered through the gloomy streets of London, however with the hope to brighten up and be enlightened with some little wonders trapped in this questionable 'miserable' city. And to be fair we did find some treasures.
We first set foot in Somerset House, which in itself is a beauty. We decided to visit the Rudeboy exhibition and it was rather great. The quote above essentially defines a rudeboy, however as much as the outfit/ and styling pictured was supposed to represent a Rudeboy, it did not quite meet my expected persona. Regardless, the photography was great, as well as, the style of clothing as well. Fashion bloggers better watch out, there was some serious coolness going on.
We then found ourselves in Southbank and I felt rather rebellious and cool and so, took the steps down into what could be argued as London's somewhat of a beach. It almost felt like I was elsewhere. If you are ever are close by and need a breather, especially after a long day- make sure to escape it all like the man above and have a fag and a thought or too, or maybe no thoughts. Not promoting smoking at all, its pretty bad.
Of course there has to be an outfit. I think I might be killed for blogging the same style/ clothing items. It is bad, but I cannot help it. It is the basics which allure me. Of course a London 'beach' means you wear the thickest of jumpers, with a blazer to top it off. And forget the thought of flip flops.
H&M Alpaca Jumper
H&M Blazer
Talk about having a brand obsession. Ooops
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