Six hours into my 24 hour return journey Nairobi -- London/LFW and I thought I'd distract myself from the sweaty airport situation with a catch-up blog post. Please ignore the fact that my hair is sleek as fuck in these photos - I literally scrape my wet hair back when on holiday, preferably secured with a paisley headscarf, as I am not unlike the lovechild of Monica Geller and Justin Timberlake, given my natural perm exacerbated by hot climes - and instead appreciate the millionth doublet to caress my form.
Double stripes AKA The Umpire Special happened by pure accident, like all great alchemy. I'm kidding, there's nothing new or particularly interesting in this, but I'm enjoying the smorgasbord of breton. I especially appreciate the ability to wear pool slides in their correct environment. I know it's 'all the rage' - as my mother would say - to wear them in freezing conditions, but I'm still not totally on board. That said, none of my family were on board with the pool slides, period. Regardless of the fact that they were worn within immediate proximity to the pool.
You can't win 'em all. More Kenya pictures coming soon.
I'm wearing a striped tank from Replay at LA boutique Skylark, some vintage Levi's cut-offs and a pair of Adidas Originals pool slides.