Andel’s Lodz Hotel

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– Obakki (Robinson Pfeffer), Red Dress – AA (via Blogger Yard Sale), Sweater – Vintage (Blogger Yard Sale), Boots – H&M, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Belt – Zara, Sunglasses – UO

As much as they resemble teleportation rings, these oblong structures are merely creatures of architectural ingenuity – vertical air passageways in the knock-out hotel that is generously hosting us in Łódz. Although, it does seem like there was a fair amount of teleportation involved in getting Jen and Kit over to Poland; 2 months of long-distance skyping and all of a sudden we were sprawled on the floor in a train heading towards Łódz (prounounced Oodge) – the city of Polish Fashion Week. By 3pm we washed up at the doorsteps of Andel’s Hotel after a morning of relentless travel – both Kit and Jen having flown in in the morning; but it wasn’t necessarily the exhaustion that kept us drifting in the corridors instead of swimming straight out into the fashion week crowd. A former-textile mill factory, the space computes to about 7,900m² in lot size, complete with unexposed bricks, loft rooms and art installations adorning the corners of the halls. Do I even have to explain why it’s so appealing? Londoners go mental for conversion units, I used to live in an amazing Victorian school conversion in East London 2 years ago and spotted hopeful new tenants waiting in a U-Haul van whenever I left the house to dispose of garbage. NOT YET OKAY?

The primary reason we’re here is for the fashion week, but honestly speaking, once we’ve dipped our feet in the rooftop pool I don’t think we’ll care much for the outside world. Just saying.

Sweater – Blogger’s Yard Sale, Skirt – YesStyle, Boots – Courtesy of Patrizia Pepe, Bag – PennyBlack

Location: Warsaw Uprising Square; Thank you Oliwia for the amazing shots; Thank you Jędrek for lending me the Canon 24-105mm zoomlens!

Significant Other: Ah Shini, you’re such a sheep!

Me: I know, this sweater makes me look like one, right?

Significant Other: No, I meant the way you parked just now – sweety, I’m forced to believe you have an IQ of a sheep.

Me: Screw you.

Dress – YesStyle (Sponsor)

Royal Baths Park Old Orangery (Łazienki Królewskie Park Stara Pomarańczarnia); White Watch – Too Late (Courtesy of ModMod), Gold Watch – Casio (via ASOS), Bracelets – Courtsey of Kelly Melu

Wish I had a revitalizing quote written in a serif font to leave at the foot of this post instead of the usual partypooper rant but “One cannot simply attain the key to the archive of well-strung words while incessantly watching Family Guy like there is no tomorrow”, according to Abraham Lincoln.

Yardsale Venue: Mulholland Drive vintage store

Joanna of the Style Digger

Ryfka of Szafa Sztywniary

Kasia of Plenty of Hangers and Weronika of Raspberry and Red

£4 hat that refused to fit my 4km circumference head.

Sweater – Monnari, Dress – MNG, Shoes – River Island, Belt – JHYoo, Floral Bag – Courtesy of Catherine Membre

Easter Bunny Sale (Blogger Yard Sale) Krakow; 26th April 2011

When I was in highschool I routinely took an early train down to Krakow to spend the day rediscovering the Auschwitz concentration camp – I’d go every season, back then SS/AW referred to the two-and-a-half hour trainride South – I guess the Holocaust votary in me wanted to experience the camp in all possible weather conditions at the very least. So Krakow only really meant that one thing to me, and I don’t think I’d ever

given it a proper chance to flaunt its beauty as a city. So on Tuesday I woke up at a dead hour (dead to me at least, 7am is midnight for pete’s sake) (who’s pete?) and scrambled on a train to visit the Polish blogger’s Yard Sale. The ‘yard’ was three floors up in an empty vintage store called Mulholland Drive and Joanna, Kasia, Ryfka and Weronika’s undesireds were hanging around the store and quickly became someone else’s desireds. I myself picked up a few things at delicious prices of £2 and that general neighbourhood, including an oversized ‘fat kid’ sweater, summer dresses and some leopard action; and after a burger lunch with the girls promptly loaded my loot on an evening train and back home I was, like nothing happened.