Lord Almighty, I've only gone and done it again! 11 days between blogs - what can I say? I am horrendously good at procrastination. I blame this website.
Luckily, this post isn't just going to be another couple of paragraphs detailing my inability to get out of bed at a reasonable hours, because believe it or not SOMETHING INTERESTING HAPPENED THIS WEEK!! Yes, to me!! As you can see, I currently live a pretty sheltered life in this student-centric bubble. Just a few days ago, I spent a good four hours marvelling over the existence of honeycomb syrup when the barista accidentally put it in my latte. So yeah, um, going on a surprise trip to BLOODY PARIS was pretty excellent!
Browsing Miu Miu on Bond Street pre-Paree - sould destroyingly beautiful.
The Princess Louise - seriously the most beautiful pub in the UK. These pictures don't do it justice but Google it and marvel at it's perfectly preserved Victorian interior. They do a damn good cider, too. Ol was loving it.
The most hyper-girly shop I have ever had the pleasure of visiting, in Covent Garden. I wanted to move in and live among the ruffles.
Paris was a dream. The architecture, the history, the people (not a single person was horrible to us, contrary to what most of our friends had warned) and ohhh the food! Smashing.
Our quick break allowed us to take in the typical tourist hotspots, and also to wander round the streets aimlessly in search of coffee and Sobranie cigarettes.
Oli saved the best bit of all 'til the last day. Since developing a borderline obsession with the life of Marie Antoinette (after reading 'The Journey' by Antonia Fraser, which is a beautiful account of MA's life and the history of the French Revolution) and then falling completely head over heels in love with Sofia Coppola's unconventional portrayal of life at the French court, I have been utterly fixated with the idea of visiting Versailles and witnessing the splendour myself. So we did, and by jove it was magical.
That last shot was taken in Marie Antoinettes bedroom. I damn near cried.
I don't think I ever want to see another tracksuit again in my life. The palace has spoiled my eyes, being the absolute treat that it was, and since returning home I have placed my most elaborate ruffled and beaded pastel garments into their own special drawer and filled my sewing project bag with as much lace and tulle as I can find. This is more than Meadham Kirchoff hyper-girly. This is RENAISSANCE STYLE HYPER-GIRL, and drawing influence from the stunning below photographs I'm on a mission to recreate as much of a flamboyant Versailles wardrobe as my limited skills and Cardiff's narrow-minded ideas on fashion will allow.
(Photos - Annie Leibovitz for Vogue)
More idiotic outfit posts to come, enjoy that. Adios! x