"L'amour n'est rien sans sentiment. Et le sentiment est encore moins sans amour"

Photos from: Barcelona, London & all the casual clicks of the camera in between these two locations.

Early rises, long days, I'm officially in the home-stretch of my degree. A couple weeks of solid bookworming follows a long, languid month of June sun & European escapes. Finding myself lured into internet shopping, spending money and procrasinating are two whopping evils I should probably avoid. Contemplating the importance of pocket size and depth in garments. I realise this sounds entirely trivial, but there is nothing better than a soft familiar blazer with satisfyingly snug & deep pockets...and nothing worse than purchasing a jacket and finding that its pockets are merely decorative...and don't actually open. Addicted to Van Morrison & my friend, Niia Bertino, what an incredible talent this woman has. The sun peeking into my windows with her voice belting from my speakers is def. more soothing than yoga or pilates or tai chi or anything, I promise. Just listen to her.