a proper london summer

📍 London, UK, 7/11/23

I’ve recently adopted the word ‘proper’ into my normative speech, and really, it’s such a convenient word to describe anything that is the way you think it should be. A proper sandwich, a proper blanket, a proper summer. It has no real bounds and tells you little about what makes something fall under the umbrella of ‘proper’, and yet the contextualization of it is beautifully ambiguous, yet dutifully evident—so much more so than ‘right’ or ‘correct’ or ‘real’ or ‘good’.

There are not too many ~british~ words I have come to love so much as this one, I have to say. It’s a proper word.

On another—completely untangential note—these past few weeks have felt like a proper London summer, and I’m slowly sinking into what will one day be a whimsical and nostalgic longing for these fractured memories. I’m feeling whole and full of sunlight, and even knowing my time in this country is soon coming to an end, I am deeply appreciative.

Some recent memories…

Stow on the Wold (Cotswolds) lord of the ring looking tree door

Joan Didion’s ‘On Self Respect’ (read it if you never have) how often do you fancy yourself Cathy be honest.

the Box a minute before almost getting thrown out

Frankie’s notes on feminine energy <3

‘The Place Where He Inserted the Blade’ by Black Country, New Road (stream this asap on your next solo walk to up the cinematic nature of it)

Primrose Hill

i cant remember but my god.

post-lumineers concert trash yard (peak aesthetic)

virginia woolf on the summer months, queen.