... We'll collect the moments one by one, I guess that's how the future's done...

I have to say, the transition between London and the little village in Yorkshire I hail from was almost like moving abroad. There is such an enormous difference in atmosphere, temperature, people's attitude to life, the way the morning smells and I suppose the most obvious to onlookers in the way people dress; especially at Goldsmith's, my university. Over the hills and far away, the green green grass of home plays host to around seven zillion girls with identikit wardrobes, hairstyles and aspirations. Here, though, the girls who would perhaps have stuck out like sore thumbs (albeit beautiful ones) have become the overwhelming majority. And while everyone is in some way the same, they also manage to retain some kind of originality and flair.

But this I all expected, I attended the open day and got the general vibe of the University, but what did surprise me is that the boys here seem equally, if not more style conscious than the girls. At home I can't say if I ever met more than a handful of stylish boys. Here, though, boys seem utterly at ease with themselves and with the fact that they can be fashionable without being seen as gay or abnormal. I love it.

I guess that's just what comes of studying at a "University of le Arts"...

Anyways, this is what I've been doing and wearing recently.

Tying my Shoelaces.

Cream Tea

Tate Modern

British Museum and strolling in my area.

Abbie