my london hangover.

one night in london, part 3 continued...

sunday morning/afternoon
alex had to leave early-ish [given we only managed to catch some z's around 5 or 6am?] and head back to rochester for a group project, so the rest of us poor souls had to drag our asses out of bed(s like marshmallows. god, it was so soft the second i sunk into it i never wanted to leave) and onto the streets.

miraculously, we succeeded in getting dressed/packed and outta there in a record-breaking 15 minutes, give or take, and promptly poured ourselves into the nearest starbucks down the street.

we were such a funny sight to behold; sitting around a table at starbucks clutching our coffees (in my case, classic hot cocoa) for dear life, nursing not-quite-so-dreadful hangovers but hangovers nonetheless, sunnies perched atop our noses and looking at each other straight on. i found it thoroughly amusing, hence captured the moment on camera - for the world to see!

(if you're on facebook, all evidence has been uploaded)

we spent the longest time sipping our caffeine, and just talking. ahh.. don't you just love sundays?

once the lot of us had sobered up, we made our way to the tube. next stop, brick lane!

we went understandably crazy in brick lane, what with vintage shop upon vintage shop laid out before us. it was manda's and my idea of heaven; especially if heaven involves colour-coordinated rows of vintage shoes, clothes and bags not to mention a live DJ spinning a set in the shop entrance as you walk in. how fer-rickin cool is that. brand me a suaku singaporean, but i've never seen anything like that before, which explains the photo. i took. of him.

the atmosphere at brick lane is vastly different from that of portobello; it's artsy and funky and colourful and cool (as compared to the free-spirit-boho vibe of P). it's so many things at once, but boring and dull it is not. i call it a breath of fresh air, the kind of place which provides much-needed inspiration a fashion student requires to sustain oneself. taking in the sights and sounds, one inexplicably feels the urge to do something wild and impulsive, to be yourself or be someone else - smear on that hot pink lipstick you've had for months but feared wearing in public. *shrugs* that kinda thing, and so much more..

i can't even begin to describe it - so i shan't - all i know is that i have to go back. again, and again. i doubt i'll ever get my fill. to me, london is still a novelty, a treat.. a reward for good behaviour if you may, and i hope it stays that way.

"the secret to partying is to deserve it. when you go out every night the whole thing becomes a big boring chore but when you just finished a huge project and everyone else is happy to be there the night is so fun you wish your brain recorded video." - VICE

touche.

by the way, that's exactly how it happened; project submission on friday morning, friday afternoon: sleep, by saturday we had packed our bags and hopped on a train outta here.

note: remember, london - small, bumping into people? case #2: as we're leaving another fabulous vintage store (warehouse, more like) i spot a familiar head to my left. it's steph!, girl who helped get us the LFW dresser jobs. cute poncho! i call out her name and we chat for a bit before she makes her escape via a bicycle conveniently parked nearby. haha kidding. not about the bicycle, but the escape.

another thing, at the upmarket, i spotted a boy with the sexiest curls in the entire archive of curly hair my brain has ever registered in this lifetime spanning 20 years. seriously. it literally screamed out "take me, take me now!" ... right up till the moment he turned to kiss some girl.

*brushes it aside* point being, BL is ... i've run out of words to describe it, that's how _____ it is. if you don't believe me, come see for yourself.

fyi, i'm still hanging over from london. occasionally, you can catch me drifting off into space; that's me concocting plans/mad schemes for our next adventure.

anyway, time for my beddybyes.

xoxo.

p/s: as you can tell, i haven't gotten sick of xoxo-ing just yet. give me a week or so, i'll outgrow it sooner or later :)

p/p/s: did you know there is a 'fashion street' at BL? an actual street by that name, holy cow. and i've got pictures to prove it.