One is having major withdrawals symptoms from a lot lately. This space for firsts, closely trailed by an extreme longing to once again witness the sun setting at around the same time it did throughout the festive season –purely because memories created over sundowners are always best. Thirdly and of course of outmost importance; I think I am running a little low on the energy supply to thrive in the thick of winter. There, I said it. I am being had by the common #GoodbyeSummer bug. Thus the case for this, yet another long-ish pic based post laced with all the neediness a stylopolitan can possibly muster. This here is a declaration for a layered-up steez and coming from one whose winter wardrobe seems pretty much sorted, I am elated with boundless glee because our chill spell lasts a little less than twelve hours (on most days) and only ever come about in the night time. Let’s hear it for lengths, slits, prints and brights to ease into the freeze.
One even got a “stank eye” from the inner city graffiti murals.