Photos from lunch at Pizarro on Bermondsey Street a few weeks ago with Anna, Brooke and Alexxsia. The Spanish food was quite tasty (my lentils were delish but my main course was rather under-seasoned) and certainly pretty - hello!, salmon tartare. We had a bottle of sherry, as you do, although the waitress kept trying to push us towards the ridiculously expensive end of the drinks menu. Not cool. When you say you like it cheap and sweet (chic), that's how you bloody well want it. The customer is always right.
In other news, I'm freaking out with DPhil work which is why I've interrupted my fashion week coverage to bring you photos of my dinner plate. Just no time to edit runway shots... I'm going back to Glasgow tomorrow morning, hopefully to find some peace and quiet where I can melt down in solitude. Probably going to cancel my overnight trip to PFW in two weeks as well. Real life's a bitch sometimes.