Saturday
I had friends visiting yesterday, so there was no choice but to head down to Broadway market/ London Fields for a spot of scoffing and posing. Apart from a spot of sunburn (I seemed to forget I was white yesterday – bag for London fields contained camera, phone, wallet, water, cider…practical as ever), and a shooting (which brought everyone down to reality with a bump), it was a brrrriliant day.
We even managed to round it all off by stumbling upon the perfect summer party. Perfect I hear you say, I don’t believe it! Well I’m sorry, but it’s true…and just to rub it in, here’s why…
A. It was on a roof. All the best parties take place on roofs. There’s something insanely glamorous and uninhibited about a party on a roof.
B. The party basics were all on point – delish bbq, cold beer and good music.
C. We weren’t really invited. Well, we were, but only because we were walking past. Nothing like a spot of spontaneity to break up the 9 -5.
D. It was full of beautiful interesting people we didn’t know, but wanted to.
E. It was all for a good cause – raising money for a film project in the Brazil’s biggest Favela.
Obv’s I did a spot of style spotting in-between drinks, and here’s my best dressed girl and boy…..
Looks easy, but it’s not – it’s not every man who can carry off a turn-up. I’ve always had a thing for the preppy look, and love Sebadee’s naughty boy twist on it.
Jumpsuit right? Wrong. It’s actually a top and trousers, which infuriatingly she brought for the insanely bargainous price of £2 on Roman Road….and that’s exactly where you’ll find me next Saturday!
Sunday
Just to fulfil the twee Hackney-ite stereotype I wandered down to Columbia Road this morning – mainly because I finally acknowledged that I could probably do with a spot of exercise, but couldn’t face the gym. It was delightful and very much like stepping into a Richard Curtis film, so look away now if happy smiley people being organic and fairtrade turns you stomach….



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