out of IKEA laundry-room shelves after finding a hobbit living in the mountain of shoes
in Paris, still have a crush on that canary-yellow boy bag
Fantasy-come-true freak stroke of luck – my first Mary Katrantzou show
wherein I cried rainbows all-throughout
Where dreams came true
with Jen, grinning like 9-year olds the whole time.
Post-marriage initials sealed on bag
Milan with Bottega Veneta
First time at an Alain Ducasse
, in Plaza Athenee, at the chef’s table, naturally.
…part of the reason why
Heatwave in London, 25 degrees. Everyone was apparently going to die of heat. Oh shut up.
At Azuma Makoto
‘s (florist/artist) atelier in Tokyo – den of inspiration
Nevermind the London Olympics
Trying to convince summer from leaving. Turns out it never was here in the first place.
by Dior at the Printemps, with a bit of Marion Cotillard magic sprinkled on top.
Skinny dipping in Diana memorial with Boucheron
. Not really, but it sure felt like it.
Featured in January 2013 issue of Company magazine
as part of ‘Super Bloggers issue’
and also putting a flag on the quarter-of-a-century-year-old mountain peak.
For 2013, I’m praying for less shoes, more family, less ‘me’, more ‘you’, and a LOT more of humbleness when it comes to keeping this blog. Just because some people on Twitter don’t know the difference between ‘you’re’ and ‘your’, doesn’t mean I’m king, right. Or does it. Wishing my readers a blessed New Year, full of love, health and happiness – see you in 2013!