In case I didn’t make it clear in this post, here is a masterclass for the advanced students in mixing prints. I spy with my little stigmatismed eye a paisley double team, snakeskin, pendleton (or, technical fashion term, those Isabel Marant jeans) and skulls, ergo we view an awesome outfit – even, if on paper, the combination sounds like a deranged Western smoothie. It’s moments like this where I doubt current efforts to weed out my wardrobe, and create something of a capsule – in the vain hope that one day, I’ll through all my weird whim-bought flammables on, and magically end up looking as cool as a cucumber Columbine.

{Photos from Columbine’s blog}

Art, Fashion, Han Friday

Han Friday

{You’ll be able to order Naomi Wilkinson prints online soon – I’m beyond excited}

At the risk of sounding like an appalling alto version of Annie – and jinxing it – the sun is coming out tomorrow (it even made an appearance this morning, making my walk to the train station epically lovely). After a few too many weekends wondering if I would ever have a chance to wear a light sweater and open toed shoes again, I plan on spending my time outside, topping up paltry Vitamin D supplies. I’ll be restarting my morning jog efforts too (I’m a fairweather runner, if ever there was one) and heading to one of the nine trillion cute coffee and cake places on Stoke Newington’s Church Street (destination so far undecided) with friends. But beyond that, I’ve purposely kept arrangements and plans to a minimum, to better enjoy London in the sun before heading home next weekend.

{Swooning over this neon lace number and this kaftan by from the new Asos Salon range}

{William Miller’s series of ruined polaroids: Rothko and satellite images have good looking babies}

{I’ve been playing around with this app: blossom and a cloudless sky on my walk to work this morning seemed like a good opportunity to test it}