My dad was traipsing through an old trunk we have in our living room today. It's a seriously beautiful thing that adds to the room's quirk but inside is all sorts of paraphernalia: concert brochures, signed portraits, cards and a ton of old photographs. He showed me the above pictures as I was writing for Ministry of Fashion and Mr Shoes (the day job) and I guess it's true what they say about a love of style starting from a young age. The first snap proves I was always meant to get involved in the whole OOTD thing. In the second shot, my brother and I are looking very demure which is unusual and, despite neither of us looking at the camera, I love this action shot of my sister and I boogie-ing on the dancefloor.
I love how cute my stepdad and I look here too, and I look rather outraged at my brother's blatant lack of respect for furniture in the second snap. I clearly had a thing for that hat and dress combo as well, right?
Does anyone else love indulging in a bit of nostalgia every now and then?