Fair play London. The day after we shot this look, London decided to drop a few degrees colder and I can no longer wear this out without running the risk of hyperventilation. Fair play. And if my run in with Brienne of Tarth was any indication (yes that's right!), winter is coming upon us. So goodbye bare legs, constant jacket tying around the waist, sheer tights, cha xiu bao buns, green leaves, afternoon sunlight and lying on green grass eating crisp cut sandwiches (also cautiously watching demonic pigeons flying about). Hello hot chocolate (well this is a year long ritual for me), pumpkin spice latte, coat-over-jacket-over-cardigan-over-sweater sort of looks, indomie dinners (well this again is year long for me), snuggling in bed, mittens, endless excuses to buy new coats, that natural yes my cheeks are pale look, early dark afternoons and scarf fumbling. Truth be told, I've never experienced a real 'winter' (too used to spending 20˚C Christmases), so as scary and as chilly it may be, bring it on winter.