The English Rose Shows: Summer in the City
Much though I dream of spending my summer months stretched out on the deck of a yacht, skipper close to hand with sun lotion as we sweep through the Mediterranean bays, I have had to restrict myself to just a few weeks this August. What with the weddings and events, this sweltering city holds me captive.
I’m taking tips from those Mediterraneans – start the day early, lunch long, party longer, siesta a luxurious optional extra. I’ll be wearing my new season raspberry shift dress – modest enough for meetings but mini enough for midsummer nights – matching my sunglasses to the embroidery. For true heatwave, the billowing layers of a maxi can be far cooler (pun intended) than a mini. The printed snowdrops of this one will keep me smiling even next to irate commuters. Talking of which, avoid sweaty public transport. This is your chance to walk through the hazy summer evenings on Primrose Hill or bright early starts in Green Park – take the path less travelled. Visit those exhibitions that will be crowded come September. Colour at The National is set to be as rich a rainbow as Matthew’s collections. With a room dedicated to each hue of the spectrum, you’ll find me there in awe of the art (and air conditioning).
Long summer nights mean rooftops and panoramic views to accompany your Pimms. I’ll be taking my glistening sequin dress up the Shard to aqua, and over to Shoreditch to the House’s rooftop. So the capital is the new Capri, with a little more culture.
The English Rose