The Morning After The Night Before

Everything is better when it's slightly dishevelled; I think this is why I love "the-morning-after-the-night-before". Experiences are drowned in haziness and personal bubbles become less transparent, hence a lack of realisation for the need of effort. Which is a good thing, it brings the perfectionists down to my level. Faded t-shirts, limp hair, snagged tights and sunglasses for the faint-hearted.

I am probably low maintenance to a fault with my laziness resulting in messy "bed-head"(not from a bottle), an occassional lick of mascara and outfits thoughtfully hand-picked from the catastrophe of my bedroom floor.

I've met many people with an enviable ability to relax into this look with undoubtable style. But in terms of people with a little more prestige, model Daisy Lowe and performer Florence Welch are definitely ones to watch for inspiration. You cannot help but admire Florence's tendancy to juxtapose last nights make up with timelessly ornate pieces and Daisy's less is more approach to her complexion.



To conclude this rather lengthy post, a beautiful song, perfect for winding down the country lanes with a car full of great people individually contemplating the disjointed memories of the night before...