Tell me what the time is?

The lights are out on Oxford Street to help the city get into festive cheer. The picture below is down a side street. I think Bond, but it was hard to see the street names. Can you guess what time it is though?

Oh toto, I don't think we're in Holt Renfrew anymore

I finally made it to Harrods this week. I'm not really sure why it took me so long to head over there. Maybe because I was waiting to go to V&A, maybe the job hunt, maybe a bit of laziness. Liam and I went to selfridges - really identical to a Holt Renfrew. But Harrods is an experience all together. With the Egyptian elevators and beautiful interior, Harrods is an experience. Don't get me wrong, I know it's a shopping center. But it really does razzle and dazzle you. The food hall was fantastic. I think I could eat everything in the chocolate shop.



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Despite Harrod's expense, I was able to purchase some brie in the Food Hall. Now, it was a delicious brie - but I admit I wasn't really willing to try a new cheese due to the disgusting camembert I subjected myself to recently. After that experience, I'm taking my adventures in cheese tasting slowly.

convoluted models throughout the ages

I ended up at the V&A today to check out "The golden age of couture". It was utterly amazing to see all the old pieces that would still resonate in today's fashion scene. However, I didn't feel that bad for the pressure we put on models and women these days. To see the corsets and convulsions that women had to fit their bodies in kinda made me glad that wasn't hip anymore. Most of the dresses required a size 16 waist. It's a bit hard to get my head around. However, if my body was naturally that way - I think I would have stolen all those dior day outfits and some of the evening wear in a heartbeat.

employed!

I'm employed! That's all you really need to know about my excitement!
More pics on Brussels though!