The lore of the unicorn

Oh quaint Oxford with your dreamy spires and buffoons dressed head to toe in Jack Wills. How you must miss the bygone eras. This time last year my class visited the city for an "English/History conference" and while there I tried to satiate my penchant for shopping. Me and my friends stumbled across (okay, more like casually walked past) a vintage shop named "Unicorn" which looked absolutely amazing from the outside. However, like a lot of things in life, it sadly turned out this place was too good to be true. While the outside was full of promise the inside looked like a total hovel with piles of dusty clothes left in towering piles taller than my 5ft 2 self. On top of that, the sales lady was extremely unhelpful and rude hinting that I probably could not afford any of her wares. Sadly, there were no other vintage shops to visit but the tatty exterior still emanates a sense of old world beauty (imo).

The last picture was taken from the window where I was staying (Hertford College) at 2am (oohh rebel). I had this huge room all to myself and I was convinced it was haunted by Lord Byron's ghost (a bit too much Most Haunted maybe). All photos taken on my dad's Canon AE-1.