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 change—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.

Bag – WWA courtesy of Olive Shoppe, Shoes – Beyond Retro, Pants – H! by Henry Holland for Debenhams, Sweater – Courtesy of Maska, Shirt – Courtesy of Motel Rocks, Watch – Casio

It’s really comforting to know that while the other side of the world is raising the roof with fabtastic (ick word) glam (ICK) parties and exclusive fashion affairs, I can pull out my favourite granny sweater and some gold pumps and head out for church and tea with friends.
At this pace once the offsprings start popping out this place will quickly mellow into a mommy blog and you’ll start hearing about how I discipline my children with a newspaper roll and that February is the month for vaccines. Hopefully by then the era of affluent, celebrity bloggers will have been a chapter long chewed off by my teething kiddies! Ah just wishful thinking – it’s just so comforting not to want to live in someone else’s shoes, or stilettos what have you. Actually I was listening to ‘Part of Your World‘ from Little Mermaid the other day (routine Disney fix) and that bit where Ariel goes I have this this and that… but I want more reminded me of this whole blogger popularity issue – you just can never have enough even if you’re blessed with so much. Maybe I need to start devising an exit plan – but not one that looks like an infant, not yet at least. Unless it’s a dolphin infant…

Thank you Leonie & Ellen for the photos!

Lookbook images taken from Flik Hall

This is the best bit really, of blogging I mean. Invitations to lush events and goodies in Fed-ex envelops… yes, it’s all very nice and feeds the gluttony plump but if I can’t even find time to do DIY tutorials in hope that you, readers, don’t leave empty handed, then I want to shove amazing talent like this in your pocket before you go. I haven’t necessarily unearthed Flik Hall – evidently she’s been at large since AW10 – but then again I live under a rock (shaped like a duvet). Her studio in Hackney Wick was foamclad, both on the singlepane windows and her AW11 collection – first seemed to me as an alternative punk reference, it turns out the philosophy of her designs ran deeper than simple textural bling.

“The Ghost in the Machine” ideas initially transpired from looking into the realms of free will and the bonds of fate. It came down to the conflicts as to whether we have true control over ourselves, are we every completely free? “The past controls the present and

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The prints in the collection illustrate what it might be for another being or a mass is looking birds eye into our world – so the foam represented rooftops of houses, both man made and mass produced. My favourite bit probably was the pattern on the black skirt – she called it the ‘Skyscraper’ skirt, meaning that the glossy square print was the tops of buildings. It’s so clever I’m gonna die.

Sweater & Skirt – Courtesy of American Apparel, Shoes – Vanessa Bruno (The Outnet), Shirt – Make Lemonade Vintage shop, belt – JHYoo (Factoriem), Bag – ASOS

Thank you Kit for the snaps!

Ew there’s that ham face again. In light of all things happened, that lollypop is proving to be one powerful prop. Does my face not look like world hunger is solved? Not that I purposefully bought a chupachup, unwrapped it and sucked on it for 10 minutes before deeming it good enough to be a part of the shoot. On the other hand I would not have dared to part with that thing whether Jen or Kit tried wrangling it off of me or not. It makes me happy and my inner kid’s hunger, if not the world, is solved for now. What visa woes?

Wait let me just say now, the only visa I want to be reminded of is the kind with the magic magnetic stripe in the back. Otherwise you warrant me to pull out a piece of skin from your nail cuticle.

I love you too.

Invitation for 09/02/11 event, RSVP here

So it seems for now the square peg (cube) is really not to be force-fed into the round hole (bubble), at least in the sense of physical union. At this hour I should be shying behind Susie Bubble, the host, while a 22-photo exhibit (London fashion scene, student work, upcoming talent) is being launched in the lounge of W Hotel Times Square. At this hour I am sitting in my London flat slam-dunking Crunchie biscuits into the trap. The exhibit is to celebrate the opening of W Hotel in London on the 14th of Feb – that hunk of glass in the middle of the Leicester Sq that we all thought was going to be a car park. I actually had a peek the other day and it looks amazing inside.

Tomorrow night the launch event will last till 9pm EST so you have about a day and 1.5h to RSVP here and dash to the event for some free bubbly and cheese cubes, but the exhibit will be up for 2 weeks for those who’d rather BYOB. Thank you Susie the ventriloquist – ask her anything, she does my voice quite well. Apologies for the awkward timing of this post but the only appointment alert from my Google Calendar today was for the biscuit sports after evil visa (or lack thereof) wiped out all NY plans.

MOVING ON. What better topic is there but a swig of voyeurism to diffuse the the aftertaste of woe from previous posts? Here’s a handful and a half of junk I carry around in my bag, numbered for convenience’s sake because I don’t possibly know enough directional expression – living in Poland and not speaking the language fluently has taught me that pointing is the best way of communicating.

Samsung Wave II – On a test ride for a fun project (Courtesy of Spreading Jam) but already 70% sold on the Korean typing capabilities.
LC-A+ camera, usually takes about 4 days to realise that I’ve been shooting sans film.
Moleskine 18-month scheduler The one and only platform I practice handwriting. After years of keyboard bashing the handwriting now resembles one of a second grader.
Balenciaga Purse Spray – Only a recent addition to the sack family, wearing still leaves me wondering where I possibly might have rubbed up so intimately against another woman to smell like a stranger…
Lipcoats – Lipbalm by Yes to Carrots, Lily Beige by Chanel, Gloss by Topshop
Extra battery pack for the Canon beast when the mojo level is low.
Coin pouch, gift from my mother. The mouth opens up like a water sack, sometimes I pretend I drink my coins.
Vidi Vici compact foundation
London Transport for London Oyster card and other loyalty cards to places I’m not loyal to…
Envelope wallet by MMM(bought in Yoox), hands down best wallet I’ve ever owned, in fact, so great the money refuses to stay in it…
Cards for Park & Cube. The one with boobie drawings on the back that I stick on your car windshield.
What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell – my own portable Do Not Disturb: Sleeping sign in public transport.
Leather satchel bought in a market stall in Vilnius, Lithuania. Starting to show evidence of cellulite but she is my only love. At least during weekdays.