People bang on a lot about London’s “hidden gems” and it’s a term I’m sceptical of – but I’m pretty sure Freightliners Farm actually is one of those rare undiscovered wonder-destinations. I’ve lived on the same road as this tiny, adorable working farm since 2013 and only went for the first time last year!
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Meeting Rags Of Love
It’s been a long time since I’ve done an outfit post! But first: Belphoebe. The first time I discovered Rags Of Love I found a girl with a sense of humour with similar taste in clothes and an Angela Carter fan (like me) to boot. Times have changed; we’ve both left peter pan collars behind for pastures new (Bel has gone more neon Hackney kid, whilst I’ve morphed to mundane office twat) but the humour, intelligence and personality I first fell for are still very much present. Yay for Belphoebe!
Last Friday I met Bel for lunch at Exmouth Market and two hours of houmous and unadulterated #ootd photos later I skipped back to my office with a massive smile on my face. “Blogger” is a a bit of dirty word and I’ve personally found the blogging world to be a cruel place (aside from a handful of lovely individuals), so apart from replying to comments I don’t engage much. However, making new friends in real life such as Bel more than makes up for the crappy online world and bizarre self-aware system we met through and it is these happy thoughts I’ve been carrying around all week. I want to meet all of you in real life now! Whose next??!
You can thank Bel for these awesome pictures. You’ve seen generic going-out Laila and this is default boring work Laila – print dress, one of my three jackets (tragic) and lots of stuff shoved in pockets. My knees look sort of weird?! They’re quite scarred and misshapen in real life (bike accidents/muggings) so it’s funny you can see in the photos. I associate most of my dresses with boys I know; this one is the “Danilo dress” as the first time I wore it Danilo was wearing a check shirt in almost the exact same colours. My fake leather jacket is horrible but I’d genuinely rather die than wear real leather. I imagine in like 20 years there will be attractive fake leather options and our kids won’t have to walk around wearing crap clothes in return for having morals. Le sigh. What do you guys reckon?
Which bloggers would you like to meet?
Dress – Miss Patina. Jacket – market in Barcelona.
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Camden Passage
Camden Passage (nowhere near Camden Market, which is further West) is most famous as an antiques market. I went numerous times as a teenager to wander around the arcades and stalls, many in the beautiful Grade II listed building The Mall. In the 8 years or so since I last went to look around there have been a lot of changes to the area, which now has more cafes and independent gift shops and slightly less antiques.
TAPE PARADE 