These blue days from the hills

I was looking at Urban Outfitters Summer catalogue this morning. While it’s drenched in spectacular snapshots of sunshine and positively zesty with the promise of good times and divine outfits, it didn’t sit well.

It’s cold in Sydney. I want to reveal in the gorgeous winter weather of the place I call home. So with my scarf wrapped around me and I turned on the wintery sounds of Mumford and Sons and sunk into a stupor of delight for all things blustery, folksy and blue.

[Letters from the hills]

Have a lovely day folks.

If you’re not enjoying the weather as much as I am, then you may enjoy this. I laughed so hard I may have a hernia.

Summer in the city of London

I feel like I was incredibly productive this morning.

Sure I slept in then lounged around in my pj's reading, munching muesli and watching the latest season of How I Met Your Mother.

But! I also bought tickets to see Arcade Fire, Mumford and Sons, Beirut and The Vaccines in Hyde Park. I think I just might squeal.

[image via: The Fox is Black]

[image via: Iris Azadi]

[Beirut]

[The Vaccines]

Yup, I think I will squeal.

All you folk

I always enjoy getting music recommendations, especially from people whose judgement i can trust.

Now i've never met Ben of Mumford and Sons

Mumford and Sons

The closest i've come is frenzied yelping and hooting one hundred feet away at a couple of gigs i've seen them play this year, but i can confidently say that I trust his musical recommendations after checking out Matthew and The Atlas.

I can envision myself whittling forest creatures, chewing on a shard of straw and watching the river float by to the rhythm of Matthew Hegarty's warbled voice this summer...now i just need to find a river