This is still a thing to me.

So I just saw a guy in moccasins, going all ew in my head cause I really don't appreciate that trend. Who even started that? Now I see fringes everywhere, like, this isn't a costume party! Anyways, I'm drifting off, it's just that I realized there's this boy I know who also wears moccasins and I actually like him. The thing is, I came to like him before I ever noticed his disastrous taste in footwear. When I did, I sorta went ew, too, but I couldn't think it with the same vehemence. I mean, he was still the same person, it would have been irrational to treat him differently because of his shoes-but thinking about it, people I meet on the subway (or, here in London, the tube) I actually do judge after their shoes, in a way. I bet you know what I mean, that little all-over-look you give people and then stare a little longer if they're hot or look away with a you-are-wearing-moccasins-why-do-you-do-this-to-me-look (just an example). The important question that hit me then and there- Would I ever have gotten friendly with that one person if I had seen him in those shoes first? And what meaning do certain style-standards of ours have if we skip them as soon as we started to like somebody? Do we only use them to rank total strangers we never meet again and get our mind set on things like clothes and shoes and hairstyles, just to waste time?

This is confusing me right now. Whatever, I hope people get over the moccasin-thing soon so there's no need for me to question my principles.

Love from a London tube,

Rosy Smith

So, I found once again that it’s almost impossible to remain groomed and fresh after a transatlantic flight- like I always wondered how people could get out of a plane, after 12 hours traveling in a uncomfortable chair, dry air and only a terrifyingly tiny bathroom to use, and look like they just took a hot bath, blew out their hair and visited their personal stylist? I travel in leggings, a sweatshirt and Converse, pull my hair up and let it down again approx. ten times so they electrify like I just had an accident invoving a pluck socket and I get absolutely no sleep–usually I go straight to sleep once we arrive at the hotel. This time though we arrived at seven am and refused to waste the whole day, meaning I didn’t make the best first impression with my appearance.But the London girls sure did on me! They had casual circular skirts out of jean and leather paired with flat, low boots or sassy flats and blouses which was a cool mix of being flirty and feminine and dressing it down.
I also have to mention the accent! I’m so fascinated how different one and the same language can sound, and I’m so intrigued by how classy everything seems once you say it in British(overall, London has a very classy atmosphere), I’m almost tempted to get myself that accent. 

So far, so lovely. Talk again soon!

Oh my, I miss that city. Not because I don't absolutly adore NYC - I just love to go places, especially those who have such a distinct atmosphere to them. When I think of London, I think of Fish&Chips with my parents on a bench in the sun, of that park with people spread out over blankets during their lunch break in the middle of traffic, of our lovely hotel near the Tower Bridge tube station, of Picadilly at night in light shirt dresses and strolling through the streets trying to look British (probably failing that). Reading this, you might think that my impressions are both touristic cliches as well as impressions you get in any city, but I dare you to visit more than one and you'll see, they each make you feel completely different - even though all big cities make me feel fabulous. 

Love,

Rosy Smith