I am back from Europe! I returned last night at midnight with a belly filled with croissant and ears filled with swoony English accents. I had an absolute blast in both London and Ireland, but I must say, after traveling all over Southern Ireland (even Dublin), London was my favorite part! The posh city truly stole my little black heart! Cannot wait to study abroad there for half of my Junior year.
But, until then, I can share what I observed during my travels, style wise that is.
As expected, women and men in London, for the most part, dressed IMPECCABLY. Almost every man looked like he stepped out from a J. Crew catalog–no joke. From their skinny ties with crisply ironed oxford shirts, to their neatly parted hair and effortlessly adorable scruff, the London men know how to dress/look/live/make me want to move and kidnap all of them.
The women were on the same level, if not better. Loads and loads of tights with short skirts and oxfords were worn on a daily basis. Many many trench coats (ugh if ONLY my dad would have bought me literally any Burberry trench coat, I would have absolutely died from happiness and risen from my grave to brag about my new precious possession). ALAS, at the moment I remain trench coat-less, but mark my words…one day I will own so many people will refer to me as The Freak with the Trench Coat Obsession, and I will not give a flying poop, because I will be blinded by the beauty of my babies (trench coats). OK, moving on would be a good idea I suppose.
So..the Irish fashion, or lack there of, was not really anything to mention. I did, however, pick up a lovely charcoal grey pullover Irish knit sweater from the Blarney Mills. Other than that though, even in Dublin, Irish folk didn’t seem to really care about fashion unless it had the word Guinness across it. But, it was a very beautiful country nonetheless.
Hopefully that sufficiently wraps up my trip experience for you all!
Cheers,
Sydney
Little Black Heart 