The whole concept of summer holiday in London is a bit fluid, and frankly a bit of an odd topic to even bring up. Somehow, jumping around Embankment, you'll find just as many suits and briefcases as you would a month and a half ago. This place doesn't slow down, in many ways it's one of the fascinating, curious things about London that keeps it the beating place it is. Don't get me wrong, sometimes you just want to look around you, grab the nearest suit and go: "WHEN DO WE SLEEP?!!".
Anyways, I am traveling to Denmark to do exactly this. Sleep. The wheels will still be running here, however I shall be doing it with birds nesting in my misunderstood interpretation of modern art on my head wearing an un-matching pyjamas (same as usual, really).. Back to the concept of summer holiday, this one changes for me every year - I have the whole Southern-Europe-hot-weather-sunshine-bathers-thing lined up for August together with a bit of British-festival-facial-wipe-action left to enjoy. Let the summer begin!*
*this was a cue to you, weather.
VINTAGE SILK DRESS USED AS TOP / LINDEX FLARES / ZARA SHOES / VINTAGE BELT / CARAVELLE WATCH / TAYLOR MORRIS SUNGLASSES