St Dunstan In The East.

St. Dunstan in the East
st dunstan in the east
When I first received these images from Angela, I sat mouth agape at how utterly talented she is with her camera. I nervously ummed and ahhhed as to how to piece together some sort of story to go with such beautifully captured imagery. I knew I didn't want to write about this dress (which I do love), because writing about clothes is a skill I simply do not possess, I also knew I didn't want to delve too deeply into a history of the location because it may make for a boring read, so what did that leave me? Well my friends... I'm not sure to be honest, but it's a story about our time shooting here nonetheless [Read : Wordvomit].
London is a maze of one Architect's ego competing with another as to which studio  has the shiniest, biggest and tallest building to the company name, so as an Architecture graduate (soon to be Architect - I'm speaking it into existence ok!), it's rare for me to focus on anything around the city that isn't something that I'd aspire towards design wise, you see I've analysed Rogers' Lloyds building, looked at the facade details for the 'walkie talkie' building and stared at the gherkin with a mixture of admiration and mild disgust, but I digress, on a warm Sunday afternoon I met Angela between London Bridge and The Tower of London, at what I can only describe as ones of the true jewels of the city's crown, St Dunstan's in The East. Quite literally nestled between the shiny new builds,  with the shard peeking through in the distance, St Dunstan's is a grade 1 listed church and gardens. Reader, I simply cannot even begin to convey the exquisite beauty of St Dunstan's, there really isn't anything like it, the bombed ruins of the church are home to many varieties of plants and wildlife that come together in it's beautiful enchanted like green expanse.
st dunstan in the east
st dunstan in the east
st dunstan in the east
As we (amongst a few groups including a wedding party!) were shooting in the gardens, we struck up conversations about blogging, life, and chasing new ventures and dreams. For Angela it was her passion for photography, which I'm sure we can all agree from these photos alone is a brilliant idea, and for me, it was being stuck at the junction between pressing onwards towards my dreams and admitting defeat, both of which I have yet to come to a conclusion to. But it was ironic in a place that is both beautiful architecturally and indeed from a photographic point of view that we were able to discuss aforementioned ideals. Golden hour began to peek through the clouds and I almost felt a little like Cinderella leaving once the clock stroke twelve - which in my case was probably around 4:30pm, and I have to say it felt  like I was sinning by leaving such a beautiful place behind without having truly unveiled it's treasure. As I hopped onto the Circle line my heart felt full having been able to discover such a veritable treasure trove of nature in all her glory and having met the very kind Angela - who I most definitely recommend for any photographic needs as she is patient, understanding and super creative, all whilst making one feel totally at ease which says a lot for someone as nervous as me.

St Dunstan till we meet again... (very soon hopefully)

What I Wore...

DRESS - asos | SHOES - primark | GLASSES - rayban | NECKLACE* - adore

[Photography by the Angela Shek]


Cupid's Chokehold.

Carnaby Street
boden pink coat
As a child Mulan was (and still is) my favourite Disney film. I admired Mulan's strength and tenacity, in short I wanted to be just like her. I also noted at a young age how she softened under the gaze of Captain Shang who would then go onto be her other half. In my youth, I cradled the idea of being a strong woman, who would soften and open up once I found the one. Like a 'cactus flower only blooming at night' a loved one once told me... But I digress... I turned twenty six last week, and within the flurry of kind phone calls from my family and friends, were a sprinkling of prayers and morsels of well meaning but unsolicited advice which swung between the "AHHHH Sade! you're not getting any younger - think about your biological clock my dear" type of deal to "Don't spend all your time focusing on architecture - think about meeting someone soon"  and the classic, "Oh I know this guy you might want to meet". Which was met on my part with a polite laugh, an over the phone eye roll of exasperation and a strong NO to any playing cupid in my love life - or lack of it.
heart bag
Joanie clothing review
pandora do see the wonderful
I'm Nigerian if I haven't mentioned it before, and with most Nigerian women, as we're growing up we're always told to focus on our education and that knowledge and doing well academically is absolutely paramount - especially in school and university. So I find it laughable that after burying my head in books for the majority of my child, teen and adult life, that I'm expected to have magic-ed up the perfect boyfriend / husband overnight. And whilst love in all it's forms is something very beautiful and something that I am looking forward to, it's truly not something that I believe I should actively or desperately chase. What will be will be am I right? Whilst the whole marriage by 25, house by 28 and kids by 30 thing *was* a dream of mine during my years of childlike wonder, it's something that I think just *happens*, or doesn't *happen* and regardless I don't think shaming people and pressuring them into settling down (and later possibly regretting said decision) should be normalised. Better to be unhappy alone, than unhappy in the arms of another is my motto.

I've written extensively on the topic of love, learning how to be alone and enjoying singledom in your twenties, some of which I've had to go an re-read and remind myself of post break up a few months ago (There is nothing worse than taking your own advice is there?). In a roundabout way, the whole Arch job hunt has given me something else to focus on that isn't my finger hovering over the social media profile I shouldn't be visiting just to 'check up on', and general I'm going to die alone with three dogs and a cat named Mr Mittens feelings that come in waves in the space... after. So, you can imagine it's not all that enjoyable to be bombarded with 'you gotta find someone before it's too late' with each passing year. I think one of the good things to have come out of my breakup was that if things don't work - they don't work and that's a-ok (reader, I did not think this as I cried out what I think was every possible tear in my tear ducts back then) but now looking back on it, I don't regret anything, nor do I hold any beef, and in a strange way it's helped me deal with the flurry of 'when will you marry' questions from aunties. Now I'm a lot more relaxed about it all, and in no rush to settle down and indeed accidentally settle for someone  I'm not equally yoked with.

I'm not really sure how to end this one as it's a bit of word vomit and personal ramblings, so I'll leave you with an apt quote that I always look back on when I feel like I need to remember, everything in it's time...

“Love is the sister to Truth, but they differ in two ways. You must go to Truth to find her. She will never come looking for you. However, you are never to go looking for her sister Love. Love will find you in your own divine timing, when you are ready for her. So don't look, she will come. She always does.” 

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What I Wore...

DRESS - joanie clothing | COAT c/o boden | BAG - joanie clothing | SHOES c/o boden | JEWELLERY c/o pandora



Staycation at The Sanderson London.

The Sanderson, Fitzrovia, London
So, I didn't quite achieve the whole basking in the south of France under a 30 degree sun, sipping on the finest French wine holiday goal I thought I would after postgrad. I did spend a few days in sunny Copenhagen with Kristabel though, which was exciting, but still not the lazy relaxation I'd been craving. I had promised myself a nice break after uni, because six year of studying and working had taken it's toll on my mental and emotional health and I was TIRED! Every part of my body was begging for some sort of brief getaway if even just for a single night. 

So when the very lovely Katy came to the rescue with an e-mail that noted cocktails at the infamous long bar, a full breakfast spread and mostly importantly a very very cosy nights sleep at The Sanderson, well.... Reader, I cannot quite begin to explain how fast I clicked the reply button..

Sade & Supal, Let Down Your Hair!

So with Supal in tow, I arrived at the Sanderson for their Garden of Eden Summer party with a suitcase, a portfolio and a body in need of a strong drink and a cozy nights sleep. After spending the afternoon shooting and enjoying the macarons that Sanderson kindly sent up, we got dolled up and dressed in all white for the summer party. The courtyard garden was impeccably decorated with fairy lights, and as the sun set over the live band, everything felt so perfect. It was even better that I got to spend the evening doing some serious catching up with Supal, we talked travel, education, career goals and of course - dating in London hehe. After one too many cocktails (due to the very friendly and enthusiastic bartender) we skipped out to grab burritos for dinner and we changed into our pj's and crawled into bed to continue our giggles.

The Morning After The Night Before...

You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover - That I can agree with, however when it comes to hotels, you definitely should judge by how good their showers are and boy was I excited to hop into the shower the next morning. Our bathroom was stocked with Malin + Goetz goodies as well as the most comfortable robe and slippers I have ever had the pleasure of putting on my body. Needless to say, our morning started off well despite it being 7:30am as I had to go to an architecture interview later that morning. Let's talk breakfast shall we? Well if you know me, you'll know pancakes are my thing so if you could, please imagine my delight when a stack of very fluffy and airy pancakes with maple syrup were placed in front of me alongside a flat white and platefuls of smoked salmon and yoghurts with granola, berries and all the trimmings! I almost felt like I could fly to the interview at that point. So with our bellies filled, and our heads rested with a smidge of mid twenties hangover 'hanging' over our heads, we checked out and parted ways feeling well refreshed and in very good spirits.

[ I was a guest of Sanderson's but all content and opinions are of course mine. Thanks for the wonderful stay Sanderson! ]



Two + Six.

Covent Garden
"You're going to be twenty six! In the blink of an eye you'll be thirty!" My friend exclaimed excitedly. Where she was filled to the brim with excitement at the thought of me adding another year under my belt. I was a little terrified. I was struck with a lingering mixture of fear and disappointment. More so because she had mentioned that thirty was around the corner. "Thirty" I mouthed breathlessly. For me thirty signified mortgages, marriages, money and in some cases children. Thirty looked aspirational, dressed sharply, enjoyed martini's during 'school nights' and smelt like coffee and something expensive from Tom Ford. Essentially the very opposite of what I am right now. 
Twenty Five felt like yesterday - Partly because it was literally yesterday (ahahaha!) and partly because the year practically flew by. Twenty Five looked like sleepless nights because of deadlines, it looked like eyes rimmed with grey, baggy sweatpants and unwashed hair tied back into a make shift bun. Twenty Five sounded like lo - fi, quiet tinkering jazzy beats intertwined with London Grammar's 'Big Picture' on repeat in a corsa. Twenty Five tasted like cheap coffee that dyed your lips a deep shade of brown on the third cup, it tasted like Jammy Red Roo wine from a first date and far too many takeaways from Nabzy's with 'extra red salt please!'  Twenty Five smelt like food that had been left in the fridge for too long, it also smelt like fresh washing and vigourous spritzing's of YSL's Black Opium. Twenty Five felt like and teen romance films in all the worst ways and then it felt like things were 'falling into place' as it were and then in an instant, Twenty Five felt like a sharp pain in my chest, it felt like the age of loss, fear, change and unease. 
Twenty Five was a year of 'one step forward two steps back'. 
Twenty Six however... Oh Twenty Six! What an age it will be! Twenty Six will look like a crisp glass of cool water, hydrating, nourishing, cooling. It will look like my favourite pair of butt enhancing jeans, the ones I wear when I want to feel a little more confident. It will look like new faces, new friendships and a new relationship. Twenty Six will sound like 'Wonder' by Hillsong United, it'll flow through my eardrums, through my body and out of my extremities and the world around me will be filled with it's spirit. Twenty Six will taste like the world in all it's glory, it will be a banquet, and I will be seated at the head of the table, starved and ready for my fill. Twenty Six will smell like a field in summer - warm, intense, enchanting and exciting, it'll smell like the freshly roasted coffee in quiet cafe's that brings people together on a daily basis. Twenty Six will feel like I've just run a marathon and beaten my own time, it will feel like pride, patience, excitement and fresh starts. Twenty Six, oh my friends! Twenty Six will be my testimony. Of this I am sure and I cannot wait to share this journey with you. I'm speaking it ALL into existence!

25, you taught me, you changed me, you broke me. 26, you will nourish me, you will heal me, you will make me.
swarovski remix

Here's to twenty six, s/o for God allowing me to see another birthday.

What I'm Wearing...

DRESS - asos (old) | HEELS - primark | JEWELLERY c/o swarovski | LIPSTICK - colourpop

[photos by Yossy]


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