Woah. Just realised it’s September 11. 8 years since the twin towers collapse, 8 years since we went to Los Angeles to live for 2 years. Yep, I arrived in the USA the evening of September 10. We got up to walk the dog in the morning down at a local park in Silverlake and a crazy lady (we thought) was telling us how terrorists had flown planes into the twin towers. Cuckoo we thought. But then she went on to tell us about her husband was stuck in Hong Kong because the whole of the USA was a no-fly zone.
A strange strange day and a strange beginning of our stay in the US.
Here’s today’s outfit. I have no idea what that face is I’m pulling, beige steel perhaps?
Top: Busting out the denim anorak
Bottom: Levi’s fading flares
Accessory: Mambo denim bag with orange horse decal