My last Thursday in London consisted of food, friends, doc martens, an end of term party in my race and representation class (complete with wine and biscuits), and people watching on the Goldsmiths College green. All in all, pretty damn flawless, despite the on and off rain showers.
Fish and chips at the New Cross House and the best berry cider on earth. It was a final get together with some friends I met at Goldsmiths during my time abroad.
Afterwards I met up with Ali and we went to Skoob Books. Honestly I love any excuse to be around loads and loads of books, especially old, second-hand ones. I’m all for e-books and what have you, but bookstores like this are the perfect place–aesthetically–for taking photos.
Ali said her outfit looked like a mix between a pirate and a chola. Either way, she looked fantastic
And here I am, wearing…
Romper: Vintage from Beyond Retro
Jacket: Thrifted vintage army issue jacket
Shoes: Steve Madden (so very very worn)
Catcher in the Rye is one of my favorite books of all time so I just had to get a picture in front of it. Good thing they ran out of posters for it or else I’d be lugging that through London and trying to figure out how to pack it properly.
Dropped by the Dr. Marten’s store in Covent Garden to finally get these shoes, which were featured in my ‘This is England’ look.
After another British meal of savory pie and mash, I went back to south London for my last Race and Representation class. Later I hung out on the green for an hour or so, attempting to draw up some quick sketches of the people around me. It was incredibly busy that night since the art department exhibition just opened, so there were plenty of people (mostly hipstery, indie types) to draw. I’m so out of practice but it was fun anyway
I overheard some guy saying this to his friends. In case you can’t read my handwriting it says: “You can’t judge me for it! I’m just an ex-communist who works in advertising.”
In other news, as of yesterday I’m back home in Los Angeles. Despite my sadness about leaving London, the hellish experience at Heathrow (which involved a lot of running, money, weighing, taking things out of my luggage, and arriving at LAX to discover that one of my bags was still stuck in London), I’m pretty glad to be home.