Laduree Covent Garden; Thank you Emily of JCPR for treating us to tea.

Well this officially makes Covent Garden a minefield, now doesn’t it. The best jacket potato in London happens to be just around the corner, as well as a SNOG and the Icecreamists… and you know what they say: you set off one mine, the rest go off. I think it’s high time I freeze my card in an ice block or leave the sweet tooth on the bedside table (along with my dentures) when coming out to the area.  Although I do fear it’ll all be in vain – the new opening of a Ladurée also initiated a new opening of a stomach chamber, one adjacent to the Nevermind-the-full-stomach,-time-for-coffee chamber… this one specifically for Orange Blossom macarons. If the debitcard is back in the freezer then I guess I’ll have to start cutting off hair to pay for a box of macarons.

Jacket by Fairground, Top by Urban Outfitters, fringed waistcoat Vintage

Swimsuit courtesy of Mouille

Maria Doychinova of Doychinoff

Lake’s – My Lake Hotel & Spa in Wörthersee, Austria; Thank you Kit for the outfit shots!

I guess the best thing about seeing a lake outside your window first thing when you wake up is the fact that it perfectly reminds the body of morning toilet, or was that the galleon of coffee from the previous night while blogging in the hotel restaurant? The truth is, the rooms were all booked up for the Lake’s Fashion Days and the reception couldn’t find us spare dongles for the Wifi in our rooms, so Kit and I had to resort to sitting next to the thumping music of the lounge, nursing the backlog beast by blogging (alliteration at its best). On hindsight the combination of the lake-view and wifi (or lack therof) was really what made the trip that much sweeter – for one I did not get up in the morning to the sound of waterfall that my laptop fan makes – in fact the only sound of water was from the waves gently slapping the pillars of the harbour. All I wanted to pack that day were some towels and a bathing suit for an afternoon dip. Alas, the laptop did secure its place in the towel bag in the end, I guess the nerd in me could not dismiss the glorious idea of using the machine outside the 1.5m cable radius and in the sun.

Thank you Natacha of Mango PR for taking care of us x

Chanel AW11; Peridot varnish

Sorry, thought a bit of heavy coats and tutti frutti woolen socks ‘n’ boots would do a good trick of reverse psychology-ing this heatwave. Ech. My brain is sweating. De facto I’m a bit of a tell tale and I can never hold things in (i.e AW/FW what have you) and usually end up blurting stuff out before it’s the correct time… but I won’t read the lyrics of fashblogger anthem and add the ‘now I feel like Autumn and layering‘ line, we just felt the oven dials turn into a beautiful toasty weather in London and I don’t at all dislike it.

Thank you Julie always for the warm welcome!