Clos Maggiore in Covent Garden

Photo creds to lostandfoundinlondon

Falling

Primark sweater; Accessorize triple necklace (HERE); Moschino Cheap and Chic Scarf from TKMaxx; Esprit skirt; Reiss bag; Whistles coat; Vagabond boots

Sephora blue nail polish with Rimmel orange 60 seconds nail polish; custom made amethist ring with Goldstein's diamond ring (HERE) 

Knightsbridge may well be a tourist destination but the backstreets are an iron-fenced-white-washed-stone-facaded maze that few venture on. A big mistake in my opinion since the quintessential posh London lifestyle can be observed only here. When you walk down the winding streets and pass some shiny Aston Martin, you may even pretend that is your car. What I like about it is that that's ok! It's actually encouraged and there is no one to put you to shame for living a fantasy life for a few hours which I completely agree with and exercise myself once in a while.

One glorious Sunday noon I decided to be such a fancy person and obey the rules of the charade game. My new Reiss oxblood bag on cue and Moschino scarf that I forgot I had, I strutted down those streets as if its routine. In fact, I hadn't worn a skirt in absolutely ages and that pained me so I couldn't pass the skirt hangers when putting my outfit together that morning.

After some browsing in Zara that resulted in me falling in love with some badass espadrilles that will shortly find their way to my home and some damage being done in Anthropologie (evidence soon to follow on this space), I headed back to Knightsbridge to the one and only Harrods. Far from being my favourite department store, it does have its perks. I originally came for the Dior events that apparently were taking place but found no trace of them whatsoever so I took refuge at the Bobbi Brown counter, my first stop choice together with Dior. I was advised by the nicest woman ever and left with some goodies that will also grace my blog soon enough and about which I am SO excited! That and the William Curley giant macaroons pretty much sum up my weekend, hope yours was even better! ^.^

The spectacular sunset is on me.

Bursting the Tea's Bubble

I'm keeping this post short and sweet since it's past midnight and I now have a fear of darkness and space thanks to 'Gravity' (if you see it in 3D you will basically die in the first 10 minutes).

A good few weeks ago I visited Shoreditch for the first time and was pleasantly surprised, although the tube ride was a bit of a hike. Nice markets (comparable to Notting Hill), great for music 'explorers' on the hunt for bands and genres you have never heard of and my first bubble tea experience at Milk Tea & Pearl. I definitely recommend the blossom tea with lychee beads things, although to this day I can't quite explain the concept of bubble tea.

Lunch at the Drunken Monkey

Creepy or not? I can't decide...

Remember THE bag? Took it 'for a ride' :)

Dulwich picture gallery

On my quest of finding London's hidden gems, I took to Dulwich village. It's quite a trek away from where I live but the gallery looked so promising that I put up with an hour long drive. That being said, I think it best to take the train to North Dulwich station because it's probably quicker. 

Overall, I liked the cosy-ness of the gallery, counting one long gallery and 3 annexed rooms. It's relatively small but the clustered walls reminded me of the Wallace Collection and that being said, the artists displaied in Dulwich are equally as virtuous. Flemish artists such as Dou or Ruisdael, Gainsbourgh portraits, a few Rembrandts and Rubens' as well as Poussin and even a Fragonard (so excited!). 

If, like me, art makes you slightly peckish, fear no more! Further down the main road from the gallery is the perfect French cafe called Au Ciel. The French shop assistants are a guarantee for the authenticity of the products, which I can safely compare with the award winning and super-hyped William Curley desserts. Also, have a try of their chocolate milkshake ^.^

On the way back we had a pretty spectacular view, going through Vauxhall, Pimlico and Chelsea. Oh, I do love weekends!