London still seems extremely close. Can I go back already? I miss the England chill, that witty attitude, and above all, those super cute accents. I have to say, this was my London uniform, and still, I’m wearing it here in New York. The military jacket, skinnies, and JETTS
make for simple perfection. Oh, and a hat. Hats, hats, hats. I just got another one yesterday (it’s becoming a problem.) I’m seriously in love. Anyways, I’ll forever cherish those moments leaning against the red telephone booths with the sister, with not a care in the world, feeling as if I were out of some teenage British novel. I found myself tucked away in a small alley in Chinatown, thinking of reasons not to leave.