The other day my best friend sent me dozens of photographs, half b/w and half colour, and asked me to pick which ones I liked the best. Despite the fact that most of the photographs made more sense in colour, I immediately picked b/w. I've started to realize that I make most of my photographs black and white, and I don't even have a decent explanation, apart from "it looks better black and white". I think there's something so much more mysterious about a photograph that has lost its colour, so much more thought and imagination has to be put into the description.
I happened to choose an all black and white outfit the other day (well my jumper has blue stripes), and conveniently found that my photos didn't have to be colour to showcase the clothing.
My bag is my new prize possession. After working all summer I thought it only right to treat myself to something that I could use for a long time. This Burberry bag is such a classic, the perfect size, and simply the most amazing thing that I currently own. I swoon just looking at it.
(You can swoon too if you want).
Hope you all have wonderful Monday's.
(Ps. I'm slightly addicted to this video. The song is meh, but the video is too adorable for words.)