Dolce & Gabbana, 70% off

Matthew Williamson at ~£250

Prada perspex sandals; Bally boots

Burberry classics (around ~£200 mark)

Church’s brogues; Aquascutum red trenchcoat

Not my bags…

ASUS Transformer tablet with Kindle App

Mulberry envelope receipt holder for £35

Sweater – Gmarket, Shirt – Uniqlo, Jeans – Radcliffe Jeans, Shoes – Pierre Hardy for GAP, Watch – ASOS, Bag – Vehla Tote Bag NIV-E
, Sunglasses –Jeepers Peepers

This was such a gorgeous day, with one of those exotic weathers that London is yet to call back… I took a day off for a trip up to Bicester Village (designer outlet village just outside Oxford) with Kit, my usual honeymoon partner, with the invitation of lovely Laura of Chic Outlet. Rosy feelings aside, I must confess that while I was putting this post together I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment in myself…

This blog has been steadily growing in my life to a point that it now amounts to a considerable portion of my polyjuice potion (me in a bottle) Truthfully, I don’t remember when was the last time I had a pep-talk with dear old self and looked back for self improvement. I can’t help but notice that this lack of reflective thinking and letting diem be Carpe‘d while I enjoy the scenery on autopilot have somehow led me to a rather unfamiliar territory. To this day I have never considered packing a bag and arranging travel to a destination with the sole purpose of shopping, possibly for the same reason there’s very little body revealing in this blog. I don’t mean to disdain – I too like shopping – but this time I feel like I’ve gone too far and tickled the Materialism beast. I know I had plenty fun that day, but on hindsight I don’t know what road this blog is taking me and to be honest I’m rather nervous.

To Bicester Village’s defence, the pricetags are digestible and the landscape is immaculate, and if your kidney needs a Dolce & Gabbana bejewelled boots then you know where to go. Alas, the beauty of this blog is that now it has a mind of its own and despite what I write here, if a visitor is inclined to skip the reading, then my reflection on virtue & yadda yadd will simply be dissolved into bytes, but ah, c’est la pee pee.

Trench – Mum’s Burberry, Trousers – Zara sale, Shoes – Cutesyshoes, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Galaxy print body – Courtesy of Motel Rocks, Cardigan – Uniqlo

Warsaw Palace of Culture Sala Kongresowa; Thank you muzzer for the photos!

So what’s with the glasses, eh?* According to this dame here it should seem that I’m on a man-repelling agenda but no, if I had that kind of social fluency I wouldn’t be living with 18 diseased cats. No, I’m allergic to cats, and I have a boyfriend – that guy standing behind me, that’s him. I keep telling him to move out of the frame but apparently he’s not up for long-distance relationship just yet. One of the Chopin Music Academy students in our church was picked to perform with 9 top tenors in Poland, and of course I had to make an appearance. I feel sorry for the concert hall staff for having to install all the red seats in my honour.

Wow the blurb is getting lamer by the post. I blame diseased cat #4. OK SHUTTING UP.

*Forgot my contacts in London is all.

Jacket – Vintage Burberry, Dress & Shoes – Zara, Socks – Topshop, Braided ‘scarf’ – CADO Accessories, Lace scarf – Next, Bag – MarzArt; Thank you Kit for snapping the photos for me!

This is the bag that made my butch(?), German, motorcycle-riding, head tutor for my course go ever so slightly gay by pointing out that he spotted me in Chinatown the other day with it and that he thought the bag was awesome and would I like to go paint my nails with him. Is that a window of opportunity for a bribe swinging open kicking pigeons off that ledge, or is it just me? But in case he happens to stop by, I KID! (Hello Max! 85% or above please)

I’m in love with the bag. My Polish boyfriend loves that I love something Polish and I find that slightly unnerving. Do I really come across as someone who does not appreciate the country I grew up in? Although, looking back on how fast I got into that airplane that departed for London after highschool graduation, I’d guess so. Well let this post be a sort of redemption from all that, because you see, the grey necklace thing is also from Poland! (Thank you CADO Accessories for the generous gift!) If that doesn’t do it, I dunno what will.

Jacket – Vintage Burberry, Shirt – Uniqlo Menswear; Vest, Pants & Bag – Gmarket, Boots – ZARA, Bracelet (silver)- COS

Let me explain my favourite pose where I look into the distance: I am indeed looking for the silhouette of a long lost lover to come back from war. Anyone know the whereabouts of a certain private Ryan? His mother calls everyday.

I have a phobia for looking straight in the camera I suppose. I’m always tired and drained in some manner or another so my dark circles get big enough for its own zipcode. Well call it whatever you like, the blogger stereotypical ‘gaze over horizon’ pose, or that pretentious little b…eetlejuice pose – it’s all self preservation, both yours and mine.

Thank you Macku for taking photos!

Jacket, jeans H&M Sweater Dad’s Burberry Tshirt I Don’t Like Mondays Shoes New Look Bag Vintage

It snowed today, and then somehow that wasn’t enough of a weather statement so it rained later… Which turned the snow into something like oreos milkshake, minus the Oreos; they don’t sell Oreos in Poland…

And a closeup shot of that Vintage bag I bought a few months back, it was so weird yet somehow satisfying I just had to get it.