I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a changeā€”a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

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Sweater, DIY Slashed Jeans Uniqlo | Dress worn as top Topshop | Bag Gmarket | Sunnies ASOS

I have nothing intelligent to declare today, except that my boyfriend, now back home in Poland, keeps sighting cute baby deers & rabbits in his garden while all I meet are dog & fox poo all too close to my shoes. So I suggest the man maybe you would like to catch a deer and give it to your girlfriend as a pet-gift at the airport like all good boyfriends do, and he’s all but noo they aall run fasttttt, and that he got outrun trying to catch a tiny baby rabbit the other day, it runs threee times as fast as I dooooo. I think it may be clear to say that I will already have a cute whiny pet waiting for me at the airport next Wednesday and I will have to adopt him.

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Recent adoptions, soon new to the family
Asymmetrical Shirt & T-shirt, Zipper vest, Statement necklace | all from Gmarket
(Gmarket Tutorials here)

Summer is definitely not here yet in London, I’m sitting here with my hoodie hood over my head and feeling the need for an extra pair of gloves. Alright it’s not that cold, but it’s not blazin hot like summer that’s what I’m trying to say. On one hand I can still layer as much as I want to, and layering is probably the only reason I wish we can fast-forward the months of June, July and August – but on the other hand you, stuck in a normal midsummer’s eve, will look at me and sweat from the eyeballs.

Also, is it just me or is everyone else feeling that the blogging world has been sluggish these past few months? I no longer find myself cautiously opening Bloglovin’ like I’m opening an overstacked refridgerator, the number of new posts flying out just aren’t as overwhelming as before. No, I don’t check Bloglovin every 30 minutes if that’s what you’re thinking. My genius theory is this, bloggers have finally started to get lives. As disappointing that sounds, here’s me thinking it’s something to be celebrated.

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Bolero, Pants Topshop | Tshirt Zara | Shoes Gmarket | Sunnies Warehouse

Spent the day going to church, shopping with Ellen, dipping in and out of the sun on Oxford street, then ending up in Hyde Park with a bagfull of snacks. Overall very peaceful day full of highstreet store dissing and R-Rated lovescenes in the park and I’m not talking about dirty horny pigeons.

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The latest Chanel ad: Embellishing the arm and pockets of a jacket with pearl beads, chains, ribbons.

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  • Swap chains for laces on your heels. (Topshop heels)
  • Embellish shoulderpads, sew onto black tshirt – I’d personally use fabric to cover the shoulder pads just so it doesn’t look like my jacket pooped shoulderpads right on my tshirt.
  • (Pair patterend leggings with patterend tights.)

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Chain lining on sweater vest.

All scans from Vogue UK June 2009

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Top Zara | Pants Urban Outfitters | Shoes Office | Belt Vintage

So the moving is done, big thank you again to Ellen for spilling my cornflakes onto the pavement while moving the kitchen contents box, I now have to add woodshaving into my breakfast but I don’t think I could’ve done it without you. I had to pack through the whole night to be ready when the Man&Van would come in the morning, and again this year, I packed my wardrobe thinking I’M GOING TO BURN THIS PIECE-OF-SHYTE BOX OF CLOTHES. This is my 6th time moving since I started Living in London in 2006, I find myself saying that every single time. You know those clothes that you bring to uni right after highschool and everything in the pile looks like an upgraded version of clothes that your mother bought you when you were in middle school. You just don’t know it then because the highschool version has tassels but it’s still the same childish crap.

Anyway I’m still here for 2 more weeks, I just had to move out of the flat because the contract had expired. I think I overworked myself because my entire right arm is a bit numb now and according to google it’s not a good thing.

Oh also for those living in London, if you’re planning on moving anytime in the future, I know the number of the perfectest perfect Man&Van who does moving work everywhere in London for a very cheap price and a very pleasant moving experience. I’ve never known anyone as humble and optimistic.