Bag: c/o Carlo Rino
Boots: c/o Melissa Shoes
Blazer: c/o Dear Laura
Necklace: c/o The Island Shop
Photos and editing by Katya Brigitte Photography.
… I told you this summer’s posts would be all over the place! Exhibit A: a trove of photographs snapped in the dead of London’s winter at the same time as “Earthy Hues” was shot (I know, it was honestly ages ago). I don’t think I’ve ever forgotten to post a photoset, but I guess there’s a first time for everything; maybe I’m aging, or maybe the excessive travel and hectic lifestyle is getting to me! The same way that discovering these pictures on my computer brought back memories from a different time, reflecting on my two years in England now that they are passed is something my mind wanders to a lot these days. I never thought I’d call anywhere other than Singapore home, and it’s only after bidding England farewell that I realize I’ve found a sense of home in London.
I loved the blissful freedom I experienced in the diverse, eclectic city – weekends spent simply walking around London’s stunning streets with friends and loved ones (and coffee in hand) never felt like a waste of time. Some of the most vibrant memories of my eighteen years have been made on British soil, be it in the expansive countryside houses of friends or the centre of the city on a Saturday night. From charming pub lunches in quintessential British pubs to the dry, cynical sarcasm and wit that will always have a place in my heart, my time in England has given me every reason to want to return at some point in the future. I was back for a final few days for a last goodbye the other week before venturing onwards to America, but more about that new adventure later!
England has naturally become the point of association of the two most wonderful years at Sevenoaks School, as it is where the majority of my friends live and are continuing onto university. I’ve found all my favorite nooks and crannies in London and beyond (Waterstones Piccadilly, anyone?), and it’s nice to feel a sense of personal ownership and possession of a place other than that which is derived from one’s family living there. I fell for the rough urban haze and left my heart in Beijing last summer, and I’m leaving my heart in London this summer. Two years in chilly, rainy weather has left me with the sunniest afterglow of fond memories and teeming nostalgia; I’ll be back soon.