Watching Notting Hill yesterday, again, for the 15th time (at least), I remembered why I fell in love with the movie on the first place. Hugh Grant's british charm, his utterly insane flatmate (which is naked throughout the mayority of the film), the lovely shots of Portobello Market and Notting Hill, and of course, Julia Roberts innate elegance. I haven't seen anyone so far that can pull off a cardigan, leggings and Vans like her character Anna Scott. My quest for this summer is to find some cat eye sunglasses.
They are cute cute cute.