|Blazer, necklace & dress: all Anthro, all (kinda) old. Shoes: Marks & Spencer|
So this is why Victor is awesome. A couple of Fridays ago, I get a text from him: "You like Emmylou Harris, right?" I replied, something like, "Yes, I love her, why?" To which he responded, "Good, since we're watching her on Sunday". And then I nearly fainted from joy. See, it'd been a dream of mine to watch Emmylou live for years, but the last time she was in London, I couldn't afford to go. And now, not only was she here, she was performing my favourite album - Wrecking Ball - in its entirety.
That's right, she was singing her whole album track for track. Who does that?! But it was pretty magical, especially when you've listened to said album again and again for years and years... I literally sat there with tears of happiness running down my face, while her voice floated through the concert hall and wrapped itself around each and every one of us.
Oh, and this is what I wore to the concert. I got this dress it when it hit sale last winter, and well, wearing it would've involved freezing to death, hence it's not made it to the blog until now. Even towards the end of May, I was wearing tights with this dress! Did I mention this country is nuts... This was one of those outfits I'd been planning in my head for ages for some special future occasion. I even managed to sneak in a little subtle pattern-mixing there, and I liked the end result a lot!
And finally, here's an idea of the scale of the buildings where I'm always sneaking around taking photos! The concert was actually held right here, at the Barbican complex. In addition to having all these towers full of retro-stylish apartments, the Barbican has several concert halls that double as theatre stages, a library and a cinema. And you'd have to sell all the organs of your entire family to be able to live there. Some people think the Barbican is the ugliest thing in London, what with the architecture not being everybody's cup of tea. Not to mention how it's been stained various shades of grey by exhaust and pollution. But me, I've grown to love it in all its filthy concrete glory.