I have lived in London all my life. I tend to walk with my head down, just trying to get where I am going without tripping up or making unnecessary eye contact. But the other day, the sun was out and I finally managed to convince myself to walk home from work. And I became just like every annoying tourist ever, stopping every 5 steps to gawk and take photos of everything. This is how London gets you. For 11 months of the year, we bitch and moan about the weather, the pollution, the tube, the hostility, the muggings, the greyness etc. etc. And then spring happens, a few blossoms appear, the sun peeps out from behind a cloud and everything changes. And that one month (if that) is what keeps us here for the rest of the year. (Ok fine, that and the culture, theatre, restaurants blah blah blah). But seriously, who knew London could be so pretty? I had to stop myself from grabbing people on the street to ask them “did you know? I didn’t know, how about you Sir? Did you?”
So even though this has nothing to do with style (although I would wear anything that had a pattern as pretty as some of the things I saw on my walk), I thought I’d just take a moment to appreciate the beauty of my hometown, and apologise for overlooking it so frequently.
(I don’t speak Twitter but, um, hashtag no filter etc. I didn’t do anything to these pictures except press the little button on my phone to take them.)
I love the contrast of the delicate pretty flowers with the grey wrought iron gates, it’s just so London.
I’m obsessed with these leaves. They look like little paper butterflies!
I took these pics last week, and the weather has already gone grey and gloomy and rainy since then. (Well, there was a bank holiday weekend, what did we expect?) There is a hint of sun today though.
Oh London, you old tease….
Love,
The Styletterie
The Styletterie 