Friends in far off places.
All sorts of post-London Pride shenanigans. We parted ways with the parade and hopped on the tube to the London Bridge station, where we planned to meet a pal at the nearby Borough Market (totally lives up to the hype, by the way).
Standing on the Millennium Bridge, happy as clams, with the charming and wonderful Cari Campbell behind the camera. We were so lucky and grateful to have a generous friend to show us all around and keep us company during our trip! It's such a fantastic way to explore a new destination.
We hadn't yet been bewitched by the streets of Edinburgh's Old Town, so walking around little curved cobblestone beauties like Stoney was quite a treat! After stopping at a fancy chocolatier and to sample the most delicious Manchego outside of Spain, we meandered along the Queen's Walk past Southwark Cathedral, The Golden Hinde and Tate toward our high-rise dinner on the Thames.
Schrödinger's Cat Lives? on the beach at Gabriel Wharf.
Have I discussed my outfit? The only full-length shot is way down at the end of this post, but it's a kicky little Free People dress that I love, with its little Missoni-esque chevron pattern. I wore it with an antique necklace gifted by a friend from India, a whole mess of bracelets, my Ray-Ban aviators and comfy, sky-high Seychelles wooden platforms.
M paired some nice denim with her trusty grey Aldo lace-ups, an Izod shirt and her Anchors Away! bow tie from Me & Matilda.
After that wonderfully scenic walk in the sunshine and warm weather, we headed up to the 8th floor of OXO Tower for dinner at the Brasserie.
We were early and fortunate enough to be shown to a table in the lovely, airy bar while we waited for our dinner table to open up. After a sensational (no, truly, SENSATIONAL) round of cocktails and appetizers, we were led outside to the terraces where our corner table was set up overlooking the river.
It was gorgeous! Sunbeams fell like glory through the sparse and silvery clouds, we ordered a bottle of Harvey Nic's champs and watched the people below on the tiny beach. The food was divine, the conversation lively - speaking fondly of San Francisco and excitedly about London. The dessert (I'll bet you're dying to know) is a twist on the classic English trifle - strawberry shortcake, Pimm's gelatin with cucumber and mint, and vanilla ice cream.
Look at these two! So handsome, smiles full of trouble. We left OXO with the most pleasant buzz. The light was like molasses, and we walked over the Millennium Bridge into the mostly deserted area of Holburn, where we caught a taxi to a mysterious Pride party for lesbians in Shoreditch.
There was a big red glittery heart with CARWASH written on it in a 1950s script hanging outside. Tres femme. There we met up with some of Cari's friends, ran into the ones we'd made the night before at Candy Bar in SOHO, and spent the night hopping between the two dance floors, one with pop music and one with house music. I taught the bartenders how to make me a Tom Collins, bless their precious hearts.
The sun was already starting to light up the sky again when we finally stumbled home to our hotel in Kensington. It was a really, tremendously brilliant day.