It's pissing down, here in Sydney. We had a false start to Winter. We relished in it. 

A week ago the sun was doing its shiny thing and now I sit, hair doing its ultra 70's referential feathered thing, that only a bit (a lot) of rain water can achieve. I'm thinking of bottling it and selling it for 60 bucks a pop a la Bumble & Bumble. Either way, I have no idea how to keep warm, my socks are mismatched because I had NO time to prepare for the monstrosity that is winter. I'm wearing thermals for gods sake. I am a damn mess.

So, I bring to you a playlist that is keeping my autumn/winter spirits high, it's the light at the end of a long dark tunnel. Winter isn't the same when you don't have leafy London streets, Notting Hill mornings, Shoreditch House fires, porridge, Planet Organic, Selfridges and Christmas. All that is keeping me sane at this point is bottomless chai, 60's upbeat French singers and the occasional moody Gainsbourg tune to wallow in. Parfait.