london calling

One weekend in London, but no Tom Hiddleston sighting. What a tragedy.

On the bright side, I finally got my Nando's fix and it was a historic moment in the culinary world (the Peri-Peri Sauce is magical I tell you). More highlights? Strolling along the Thames River and drinking in the skyline views. Stalking adorable dogs at Hyde Park. Navigated the sea of selfie sticks at Buckingham Palace. Chocolate cronuts at Harrod's. Sponatenously hopping onto an intimate tour of Shakespeare's Globe Theater and catching a rehearsal of Henry VIII. Afternoon tea at Sketch, where the vanilla tea, scones, and Earl Grey macarons were the epitome of sweet dreams (and its bathrooms a museum-worthy masterpiece). Went straight into calorie heaven at Poppie's Fish and Chips, followed by a venture to the pastel-perfect Portobello Road. Narrowly avoided a wizarding duel at Platform 9 3/4; clearly, my Slytherin nature was not compatible with Kelly's Gryffindor character. By night, enjoyed a raspberry beer at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, the same pub once frequented by Mark Twain and Charles Dickens (and I might have demolished some McDonald's fries chips after) 

As for shopping in London...

For retail therapy, Oxford Street was the ultimate jackpot. Of course, it's also a tourist death trap—but I was willing to endure it all for one reason: the flagship Topshop store. On a Saturday afternoon, it was madhouse meets labrynith; mixing fashion-hungry shoppers with four stories of merchandise does not leave a pristine picture. Nevertheless, I pursued a few racks and dreamt of the many pieces I would buy with a Hollywood celebrity budget. While I walked out of Topshop empty handed, I did sneak in a few purchases at River Island and New Look nearby (at least these stores were less hazardous to my health) 
Even though I've now visited survived the original Topshop, I think I actually prefer my trusty location back home at The Grove (the Vegas location is a close second). Less crowds and more sale items is the perfect formula in my book. 

And wouldn't this set make the most fantastic afternoon tea uniform? Please accept me into your family, Prince George.




top H&M (similar) / vest COTTON ON (similar) / pants PACSUN (similar) / hat H&M (similar) / necklace PACSUN / shoes MANGO (exact) / bag KATE SPADE (similar)

Once in a blue moon, Paris blesses you with sunshine and the ability to ditch those winter coats.

At this point, I'm 100% ready for spring⎯pastel hues, floral frocks, the possability of a tan, a chance to once again wear color, you name it. Luckily for me, the gardens here in Paris are beginning to shed their wintry layers. Another indicator of printemps? The sudden craving for all things ice cream (sorbet and gelato included). Count the famed Berthillon glacier as my next destination. For a winning formula, try pistachio and camarel buerre salé (and on an Instagram-worthy cone). All I need now is permanent sunshine to seal the deal.

Much has happened since my last post. I turned twenty at Disneyland Paris, had a weekend getaway in Berlin (which, by the way, is pretty much the Brooklyn of Europe), trekked up eighty steps to the top of the Arc de Triomphe, dangerously consumed more crepes, frites, and baguette sandwiches than I can count, walked the D-Day beaches in Normandy, survived the haunting Catacombs, and dined at Hemingway's stomping grounds, (the adorably overpriced) Café de Flore. On a more blog-related note, I did purchase these dreamy white sneakers from Mango after eyeing them in Berlin.

The Adidas Stan Smiths have infiltrated the fashion crowd in Paris, and you could say I'm now an honorary victim.