I'm going to refer very little to my recent months-long bout of Muse du Jour awol-ness apart from to say that yes, I realise that I am probably now officially Queen of blogging-grand-plans-with-no-follow-through.
I do however want to share with you the overwhelming guilt I've been feeling since forgetting my camera on a recent London escapade and thereby missing some amazing, AMAZING street style on Brick Lane and in Shoreditch. Ahh, the lost street fashionistas, the ones that got away! Must style scout harder (i.e. at all).
Also, a sample of fisheye results (remember, those photos I promised were 'coming soon' about, oh, an age ago?) will be put up pretty pronto I tell thee!
I know, I know, you won't be holding your breath... I'm like the girl who cried 'blog'.
Hopefully my latest style crush will compensate in some way.
Daughter of ultimate style icon Jane Birken. She's beautiful, she's French (aah), she's style gold... ladies and gentlemen, I give you Lou Doillon.
