Sunday, 1 March 2015

Mornin', Peggy!


It's Pastel Hour

What happens in Venice, stays in Venice - or so you thought, because I haven't posted in a month. As usual, there are reasons for absence, reasons which I will spare you the deets of. Instead, you can look at me dressed like an idiot to your heart-valve's content. Peggy Guggenheim's collection (not pictured) is worth visiting at least for the quality peace-time garnered from the courtyard - packed with greenery and the odd Henry Moore - and from the balcony on the other side of the building, which looks out onto the water. That's if you don't like art, but if you do, plan to remain a good few hours. 

Jumper, poloneck and coat, thrifted vintage
Polka dot trousers, Topshop, thrifted
Flatforms, Dune at Debenhams years ago
Chelsea boots, Dr Martens

Wednesday, 28 January 2015


Dorsoduro, Venice at the beginning of January - a place which requires more walking than my words about it.

Coat, hat, jumper and trousers, thrifted vintage