It's Pastel Hour
What happens in Venice, stays in Venice - or so you thought, because I haven't posted in a month. As usual, there are reasons for absence, reasons which I will spare you the deets of. Instead, you can look at me dressed like an idiot to your heart-valve's content. Peggy Guggenheim's collection (not pictured) is worth visiting at least for the quality peace-time garnered from the courtyard - packed with greenery and the odd Henry Moore - and from the balcony on the other side of the building, which looks out onto the water. That's if you don't like art, but if you do, plan to remain a good few hours.
Jumper, poloneck and coat, thrifted vintage
Polka dot trousers, Topshop, thrifted
Flatforms, Dune at Debenhams years ago
Chelsea boots, Dr Martens