London was, to say the least,
well ... London.
Never before had I been to the capital of cute accents, so I think that I may have been more taken with the smooth-talking son-of-a-guns than the sites themselves.
Don't get me wrong, I love a good cliche phonebooth pic just as much as the next obnoxious tourist...
but can anything really rival Raoul, the Phantom, and their swash-buckling romancing?
Best musical ever.
If only they had been clothed in the ubiquitous shorts-and-tights combo I saw on practically every other London girl.
Obviously I had to copy-cat the cool kids.
|wearing: blouse: American Apparel, shorts: vintage Levi's (similar), leggings: Hue, boots: Franco Sarto|
This may or may not have also included a fantastically obnoxious pseudo-British (/Scottish/Australian/southern) accent for which I undoubtedly received a couple (500) glares.
Hey. I made no claims of coolness. Only of imitation.