It seems fitting that after a day of trawling the shops and coming away empty-handed, and with the distinct feeling that nothing in the world could be quite what I'm looking for (aside from the entire contents of Liberty, as always), I should come across this photo of Rashida Jones by Garance Dore:
It's perfectly "me", at a time when I'm wondering what that even is. And I can more or less re-create the entire look from my wardrobe. Anklet, white court shoes, turned up jeans and lace over stripes- possibly everything I've obsessed over and/or worn to death all mixed together flawlessly. Love.