Noshing and admiring portraits...

Was today's agenda. We headed to Soho for some Breakfast Club grub (Poached eggs, avo, bacon and fresh chillies- so scrummy) followed by a trip to the National Portrait Gallery to see the BP Portrait Awards (Incredible! How can people be so damn talented? How???) and some shopping en route.

I've noticed my weekend dressing is getting more and more boyish. Not in a sharp, structured, masculine-tailoring sort of way, but in a slouchy, only-want-to-wear-pajamas-or-something-equally-comfy-and-not-at-all-restrictive sort of way...

(Trousers- Zara; Shirt- Club Monaco; Hat- Elk; Snood- Urban Outfitters; Shoes- Souveniers from Greece courtesy of my bestie, K)

These trousers are my new faves- bought them from Zara for a snip last weekend and they are essentially tracksuit pants, made out of wool. They have elasticated ankles, a looser fit, big boy-sized pockets and an elasticated waist. Why can't all trousers be as comfy as these?

As it was (at least periodically) sunny out, I wanted to wear sunglasses. But bad sunglasses can happen to good people...

Monobrow city, right? To be fair, these aren't bad glasses, they just disagree with my face. Look much better on their true owner, B.

Off to the Notting Hill Festival tomorrow, enjoy your weekend!

Tx