London is generally very hard to comprehend or summarize. It varies so much in terms of architecture and culture, so it can be confusing from a tourist’s perspective, especially if they come from a city like Tokyo or Rome where there is a definite history, and a consistent display of that. In London, the only area I could say left a jaw-dropping impression of consistent culture was South Kensington. The stunning four floor town houses, the looked-after gardens, tiny streets, motorcycles. Everything is chic, crisp, and picture perfect. In short, it’s classy. I’m freakishly lucky enough to be staying something like a five minute walk from South Kensington, and right after I post this, you best believe I’m going to explore the area some more.
This outfit is something I would typically be expected to wear to a model casting. I found this grey top in River Island when I was shopping on Oxford Street one weekend, and knew it would be absolutely perfect because it has something early 2000’s about it- but it’s simple and figure-flattering enough to meet potential clients. Honestly, I typically go into castings wearing something unconventional, like a baby doll dress or a t-shirt that says “models suck”. It’s not me to wear a little black dress, platform pumps and my hair in ponytail. I would hate my life if I had to dress a certain way to attain approval from my agency or clients, so even if somebody doesn’t pick me for a job because my silk camisole was not hugging my body enough for them to see my waist (which, when in the hell would this happen anyway), I’m okay with that. Succumbing to the “norm” in order to achieve success is awfully dangerous, because even if you achieve that success it will feel foreign to you. You’re not success for being you. So who are you now, anyway?