Retro boardwalks, rainbow houses and enough vintage shops to clothe the whole cast of Rent: Brighton Beach ladies and gents.
At the end of July my friend and I took the train down south for a girly weekend by the sea. I had visions of high waisted polka dot bathing suits and sipping Coca-Cola in the sun. Instead in good English fashion there was wind and rain. Lots of it. Raindamp & windswept we made the most of it, shopping and eating our way through the lovely city. There’s something both carefree and fun about Brighton, with its charming cafes and rainbow houses, and very also cool. It might be the many vintage shops on The Lanes with their rows of worn Levi’s, but I found myself dressing like an extra from Grease. Mom jeans and a leather jacket baby. Fitting, as even 24 hours in Brighton feels like those eternal days of teenage summer. Walking up and down the seafront, humming along to The Kooks. Pink trainers and a skip in my step, She Moves In Her Own Way indeed.