perusing notting hill

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{perusing notting hill} via chevrons & éclairs
{perusing notting hill} via chevrons & éclairs
{perusing notting hill} via chevrons & éclairs
{perusing notting hill} via chevrons & éclairs
{perusing notting hill} via chevrons & éclairs
{perusing notting hill} via chevrons & éclairs

{dress} talbots
{flats} banana republic | similar
{purse} coach
{ring} tiffany & co.
{earrings} kate spade new york
{nails} tra-la-la by dior
{perfume} modern muse by estée lauder

What I absolutely love about London are the abundance of nooks and corners that are laced with personality. One quite distinct from another. But what makes Notting Hill so special, particularly the tributaries branching from Portobello Road, is the seclusion from the rest of the city. Though still swarmed with tourists and visitors from every corner of the world, it has that homey feeling. The feeling or suburbia.

Last week, to this day, I was reunited with my closest friend from St. Andrews, Lizzie. You may remember her from those Scottish summer days. The girl behind the camera of all of c&é’s outfit posts. After walking from St. James Park to Covent Garden for lunch we decided to head out to Notting Hill for a bit of antiquing, afternoon cake and tea, and for old time sake a little outfit shoot. It was as if we were back in St. Andrews.