I know I’ve started SO many of my recent posts with a comment about how “British summertime is finally here, yay!” so I really want to not do that yet again this time. However, never could that kind of comment be more appropriate than in relation to this particular project. As discussed in many a previous post, weather isn’t really a factor in determining British summertime because frankly, it’s completely unreliable. Instead, it’s an array of long running, annual sporting events that mark the course of our supposedly sunniest season and there is no event more steeped in tradition and adoration than Royal Ascot.
Did you happen to see the pink fluff and sheer chiffon REDValentino tastic shoot I posted a few weeks ago? If so, then you may well remember that our location was Beach Blanket Babylon in Westbourne Grove, Notting Hill. As I said probably fifteen different times within that piece, Beach Blanket is a place I have a deep and long running love for. I had my 21st birthday dinner there as well as my graduation dinner. I’ve indulged in
one five too many cocktails sitting on the flower strewn terrace more times than I can remember (quelle surprise) and can’t so much as hear anyone mention its name without feeling the need to inform them of all of the above; a habit that is boring, unnecessary and probably doest present me in the best light as a human worth hanging out with… But can you blame me? I mean, look at it…
Summer is officially here, mes amies! Or at least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. A spate of super sunny days over the past few weeks got my fellow Londoners and I into a state of total over excitement; whipping our knits off, al fresco drinking all over the show, strolling around smiling and sometimes even deigning to make small talk with people we don’t know on public transport… I know, right! The arrival of warm weather makes us all not only very happy but also totally deluded, somehow believing that it will remain that way for more than a day while being fully aware that it won’t. After all, this is British summer time we’re talking about. For every hour of gloriously balmy barbecue weather there will inevitably be at least five more of grey skies and rain. But whatever foolish, forced hopefulness might consume us when the mercury occasionally rises, deep down we know it won’t last. Therefore no amount downpours, hail storms or lawns/festivals/pavements/parks turned mud slides will stop us from determinedly getting our garden party glad rags on the second the sun makes its first brief cameo appearance, as anyone who’s ever eaten damp, charcoaled sausages while shivering in a sodden floral chiffon number will attest. With this in mind, I teamed up with McArthurGlen Designer Outlets in Cheshire Oaks to concoct a few summer soiree ready ensembles that you can bet your best Pimms recipe will be worn come rain or shine because they are that damn good… And in fact not totally impractical either!