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.

Leather knot bracelet – COS. Watch – Sekonda. Wallet – Stella McCartney Falabella wristlet (c/o Harrod’s)

Studded boots – Chloé Susan (c/o Net-A-Porter). Shoes – ASOS

Coat – Mango. Jeans – James Jeans. Cashmere sweater- Uniqlo. Shoes – ASOS. Bag – Kurt Geiger Rhubarb rock. Snood – DIY Knitted. Silver necklace – Gift from mummy (Korea)

Sometimes I forget that my ‘normal’ friends have no idea I’ve been blogging for the past four years, and by blogging I mean scrambling around in a hamster-wheel charging for the vague unknown, and generally being occupied full-ish time doing so. I didn’t plan on letting this define my life, and if I still have a say, I’d like it not to, but I’m slowly starting to realise that I’ve subscribed to a very particular brand of lifestyle brought on by this business of web logging. It all became clear, really, when Carrie and I went to Paris for a night (yes, girl-on-girl details if you come back after midnight, you know it) for a small project with YSL Beauté, and all throughout I had this odd sense of comfort. The type of comfort that comes with the fact that I can hand her my camera and then pose as if the camera isn’t there, or the fact that we’ve mentally agreed on meeting at my room in twenty minutes, fully dressed and ready for some outfit shots. She will know exactly why we’re going out on a five-mile walk in 4-inch heels with a pair of foldable flats in our bags, and why I insist on hovering over our rapidly-cooling crêpes that we waited half a frozen hour to get our hands on for the sake of a photo (which, as you can see, didn’t even make the cut). Is this all getting a bit weird? Are we perhaps editing ‘the moment’ and never enjoying it as is? With that said, I had a swell time with Carrie and the YSL Beauté team, and Paris is even more stunning in the autumn.

If you’re in Paris make sure to visit the Chloe.Attitudes exhibition, curated by Judith Clark, at Palais de Tokyo before it closes on the 18th of November!

It’s no secret that I have a huge crush on Chloé, (hey, way to spice things up for the few non-fashiony folks – come back after midnight and I’ll share all the juicy girl-on-girl details) so I was massively chuffed to find out that I was one of the 26 bloggers picked for Chloé Alphabet, the digital arm of the 60-year anniversary celebration. Sixty years! That alone is worth applauding – I should know, I’ve been me for 25 years. If you’re anything like me and must sing the alphabet-song to find out what comes after F, then you too will find this amusing – every Chloé collection is named in alphabetical order, with every piece in it given a name beginning with the hero letter. (So basically impossible to determine seasons by order, unless you’re counting while singing. See? Impossible.) It was the founder, Gaby Aghion’s idea to give life to each design, and therefore collectively forming a mosaic of the brand’s iconic moments, inspirations and heritage. You see, Chloé was my Day One of Fashion (or shall we say, ABCs) – before I learnt Lagerfeld wasn’t a beer company, before I wore socks with sandals, and long before bloggers sat front row at fashion weeks – In 2007, I was fresh out from the nest but I hadn’t yet graduated from getting pleasure from twirling in my flowy ballerina skirts, at least not in spirit, which is how I fell for the world of Chloé. She was the girl next door, the window opposite mine that had the sheer pink curtains that floated in the wind, I wanted to be her. F is for Fluidity, for free-flowing long hair and billowing silk dresses.

OH. I’m still waiting for the triple-strap pumps from umpteen seasons ago to resurface. Although, if I did ever lay my hands on them they will share the sad fate of my books and just sit pretty on the wall.

Chanel SS13 and a forest of wind turbines at the Grand Palais

Now would you just look at that bag.

Chanel Spring-Summer ’13 Paris Fashion Week;

This might be yesterday’s news but seeing as today is Halloween and I’ve already painted my face with cupcake icing and dressed up as a Fashion Blogger, I might as well do the dance too. It so happens that a folder full of unedited photos from the Chanel SS13 show has been haunting me for the past month, and this might actually be the only time I can share before we’re onto a whole other season/collection so far from the ‘now’ (which may or may not cause my brain implode). It was such a beautiful show, words (well, mine at least) really can’t describe the grandeur of the setting. No profound ‘eco-friendly’ message as the wind turbines might suggest, but the underlying theme was fresh air, the sense of clean and refreshing breeze cutting through a thick summer day, which was apparently how the collection came to Lagerfeld this summer. Shorter hems, oversized breezy, strapless, and perfect circles (lucite brim boaters and pearls everywhere) – plus I’m hoping the hula-hoops detach from the bag so it completes the playfulness in lego-shaped accessories.

Hope you’re having a fun Hallowe’en, don’t forget to leave a nice drunk comment when you’re home, you know how much I love hearing from you!