Down By The Railway Tracks

One of Summer's finest footprints is the dusty canvas of the beach, where the sun serves as a lightswitch to make the sand an ice white invite. And while I'm not overly fond of dipping my toe in the ocean, I love the nostalgia and vintage themes that create a stylish novel around me when I go to the beach. Nautical prints dart across tops and shorts like a battle of the sun with shadow, and crinkled tops have a dusting and glitter of sand crystals. Who says the ascot horse races are the place to see ambitious hats being paraded though, as the headwear is what excites my runway watching from the comfort and 'front row' of my deckchair. Whether its bellowing straw hats that seemingly melt and contort like Salvador Dali art in the sun, or beanies that slouch and surrender to the heat, there's always a unique fashion statement going on.

This weekend I'm off to a remote and untouched beach in Wales with my friends, and can't wait to recreate scenes from 'The Edge Of Love'. I just adore the distressed but romantic tones of the clothes in the film, where makeup meets grit, and tattered carries a lipstick kiss. Dylan Thomas is a poet of the 'swarv indie' story, so I'll be wearing the railway cap below in the hope I can come close to this charm.