Sometimes, just sometimes, it's good to take my Mother's advice and get out of the house to clear my mind. Maxwell Park is at the bottom of my street. It's green and airy, and has a pond with nesting ducks, swans and some bird my parents like to a call a little gerbie — answers on a postcard, please. The area I live in is mostly populated by older, retired people so there aren't any screaming children to ruin my walk. Just the occasional geriatric walking a designer labrador. It was definitely good advice because clearing my mind of the stress and junk stimulated all sorts of new ideas to pop up in their place. Ideas which I'm currently testing on the computer cluster and writing up in my thesis. Clever brain.
You'll notice it isn't a scorching 31 degrees here like in London. In fact, my walk in the park was definitely the right time to test out another new piece from my AW 12 wardrobe — these fingerless gloves from Raf Simons's 1995 diffusion line. I've always been obsessed with cut-off gloves like this ever since my parents forbade them back in secondary school. The grey cashmere Brora's are my favourite; I've got through three pairs of them now. The Raf pair aren't as warm or as soft (they're just plain wool), but that makes them perfect for the transitional weather. I'm not really sure what the smiley anchor's meant to symbolise but I like it.
Wearing sweatshirt by Alexander Wang, gloves by Raf Simons 1995, trousers by Odyn Vovk, satchel by Bracher Emden and trainers by Converse.
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