Between its breathtaking operatic numbers, royal imagery, and courteous gentlemen,
London may have tried to refine me.
Don't worry, it failed.
After less than a full day of English fineries, I got a serious hankering for something a little less ...
So I made my way into the depths of Camden Market.
Buckets of jewelry, pungent street food, aggressive vendors and vintage clothing (of course), could not have satisfied my cravings any better should they have been wrapped in layers of puff pastry.
Sometimes all one needs is a little grease and a little grime.
And a life-sized animal statue never hurt.
(unless you're Ben Stiller, in which case, I retract the sentiment).
|wearing: top: vintage Guess (Good Style Shop), skirt: thrifted, watch: Anne Klein, glasses: formerly my gpa's|
They speak to me, guys. I can't help it.
But for realz. Camden Market's the place to hit up for any self-respecting hipster. Vintage oxfords abound, and a hefty slew of the cheap and chunky.