Well, I've sent off a draft of my PhD thesis to my supervisor (who probably won't be able to read it until January) and got my request for another extension in, so I'm taking the afternoon off to catch up on all things non-non-collinear-magnetism (I love that scientific writing almost demands double negatives sometimes...). It's my parents' 35th wedding anniversary tonight so we'll be dining at Bistro du Vin. I'm an only child so yes, I go to all my parents' anniversaries. Haven't been to One Devonshire Gardens since Gordon Ramsay's Amaryllis shut down — it's quite disappointing that Glasgow hasn't had a Michelin star since, despite being a much larger city than Edinburgh. Anyhoo, I shall be wearing my new all-time favourite feather-print dégradé top. I made it a mission this year to track down one of these pieces in the sales, so thank you very much Selfridges pre-Christmas 50% mark down. Where better to shoot a post-industrial gothic look than in the car port next to our house? Mysterious fog provided free of charge by the tumble-drier exhaust outlet.
Wearing feather-print top by Ann Demeulemeester, waistcoat by Ring, trousers by All Saints, boots by Kurt Geiger.