River Island fringed vest, H&M sheer top and necklace, random bell bottoms, Zara heels, Miu Miu sunnies, and Miss Selfridge headband.
Our minuscule side street has relished in the delight of hosting this retro camper van for the past few weeks. I’m not sure which neighbor claims ownership, or if the purchase is new, but I am enjoying the way it awkwardly fits alongside the Porches and Audis on our street. The speckles of vintage bohemian culture sprinkled throughout the neighborhood has always been my favourite part of Notting Hill. The area’s character is derived from each market stall resident who has been present for over thirty years, elderly poets and artists living in rustic cluttered apartments, and eccentric vintage shop owners who showcase the most selective, aged collections. Their artistry existed long before, while all of us can only survey and sample from the sidelines, hoping for a dash of their magic to trickle in.
