Good golly, what a week! I leave you with these images of our favourite starlettes, enjoying the summer sun. If anyone sees polka dot bloomers, or a pink terry cloth turban in my size, please holler. They’re both on my summer wish list.

Hello! It’s t-shirt time, and I love the selection over at surf shop, Mollusk. The deep scoop on the Stella tee is nice, and the mustard of the Ebisu tee gets my vote, too. Look at the sweet scene on the Somewhere Else tee; somewhere I’d really like to be.

Xirena is one of my favourite lines, made up of easy, colourful cottons that can take you anywhere. The line was created by Dierdre Roffoni, and inspired by the bohemian, beach town of Formentera where Roffoni spent many years. I love all the soft, floaty dresses, and simple drawstring pants. This tomato red number is most definitely on my summer wish list. It needs a large straw hat and matching red espadrilles.

Every now and then, I happen upon a designer who’s clothes make my heart flutter a bit. Copenhagen native, Cecilie Bahnsen’s romantic frocks, flirty blouses and girlie vests are so delightful. Enough that I’m already imagining myself in this dress all summer long.

My brain is blancmange, comme toujours, but let’s all say “AH” to Charlotte Casiraghi’s perfect little wedding outfit. Three bows are always better than one. And doesn’t she look just like her Mama?

I bet all you old school Birks wearers find the new colours and textures ridiculous. Your trusty, brown sandals have been to Peru and back, four times, you don’t need a pair in hologram silver. I get it. I like the originals, too. That’s until I saw this collaboration with the iconic Pellicano hotel. I can’t deny, I like it. The natural rafia is lovely, and so’s the Arizona red satin. They’re not for Machu Picchu, but the Argentario Coast, Perché no.

Doesn’t everybody own a barely there dressing gown and an aquamarine the size of the Ritz? Well, we should. It’s kind of a dream dressing gown. So pretty, that it begs to be worn out. As in to dinner, or the convenience store. Just imagine stepping out to buy some milk or a packet of Digestives in this traffic stopping ensemble.

My Mum bought me a pair of espadrilles last spring –– a Moroccan spin on the classic –– that I’ve worn over a thousand times. They’re still in pretty good nick, despite the miles they’ve walked. But I happened on this pair today, a perfect replacement for when the braids unravel. I love the sugary, Fauvist colours, and the delicate lines of each flower. From Marrakech to the south of France.