This is what I love best about ‘winter’ in Australia. The days with incredible bluest blue skies. It’s chilly enough to pull out the cosiest knits and there are palm trees. That means on sunny days it’s still perfectly acceptable to banish the sombre shades that typically rule this season to revel in pastels and brights. This weekend’s brunch attire felt like winter at it’s best, especially for someone whose idea of the season has historically involved more polar fleece than you can shake a hockey stick at.
p.s. My hair in this shot… it’s officially a quarter past time for a trim. Can anyone recommend a good Sydney stylist?