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.

Jacket & Cashmere scarf – Uniqlo, Sweater – Courtesy of Quiksilver, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s Curve ID, Shoes – Zara, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Watch – Casio via ASOS #teenvogue

Photos by Yu the 11-year-old again, talent-o-meter raising the roof.

Dear Diary,
I woke up today and had a swig of yesterday’s red bull to start the day fresh. There was a slight whiff of bacon burning in the house, but I think it was the neighbours roasting a pig in their snowcovered lawn again. Weirdest people ever. I shuffled down to the kitchen in my blue teddybear pjs expecting to pass the thumping music from my brother’s room and my mum’s blowdry opera, but there wasn’t a sound. The ventilation in the toilet was humming but where were my mummy and daddy? Where was my brudder? AHHHHHHH!! (wait, I skipped to the part where I put some of my brother’s cologne on…)

Is it just me, or is this always the story of December 27th after the official festivities have died? The noise of the holidays is suddenly zapped, you wake up in the Home Alone movie with everyone else gone to resume their lives and next thing there’s maple syrup and broken glass on the stairs.

Jacket – Vintage; Cardigan & cashmere scarf – Uniqlo, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Shoes – H&M, Gloves – Dorothy Perkins #teenvogue

Thank you Macku for the photos!

Oh the joy of internet scandals… in one corner there’s a bloke blatantly copying the style and practices of another blogger, and in another corner there’s a blog of a major magazine with no apparent education on copyright and, well, human-to-human manners. (Read about it) It doesn’t really matter at what age you start exposing yourself to the internet and committing yourself into these small communities (blogging, in our case) but concerning the game rules there’s really not much to it. It’s not rocket science, or brain surgery, or knitting hair from your back – you take something from someone – a newspaper from their lawn or a JPG from a blog, you let them know and credit accordingly. Well, I mean, don’t take the newspaper and yell across the yard THIS NEWSPAPER IS FROM 23A. My point is, you learn this when you’re 3, so there’s really no excuse.

This reminds me: ‘TFS’ is not a source. If the image was a scan from Vogue Jan ’10 issue that was uploaded onto TFS, then the correct source is ‘Vogue Jan ’10 found on TFS’.

Red – Model’s Own; Orange, Yellow, Mint, Blue – BarryM; Navy, Pink, Brown – Chanel; Purple – L’Oreal, Grey – Missha (Korean)

Noticed I was singing the ABC song while painting this, is that why I only know the song up to J?

Something about rainbows remind me of scales – the ABC’s, the 123’s, the Do-Re-Mi’s – and if those are building blocks to amazing reads and Kiss from a Rose‘s then what will my nails build today?! <Insert corny life lesson> Probably just a few snags on my tights and nail-marks on important documents. Reminds me of them Crayola markers that smell good but don’t taste good.

Quiz: Who’s holding the camera!!??    Awesome answers in upcoming post.

Chanel SS11 Pressday; Last photo of Frances of Happy Because

I complain about PRs, but I don’t think I ever openly compliment any. Truth is, when I started this blog I didn’t sign up for this mandatory relationship between bloggers and PRs. I do realise it comes with the territory and it’s somewhat a responsibility (is it really?), but how can you not be peeved by those out there who 1) wants to use this blog as free platform to promote their brand, 2) sends emails with unsolicited massive attachments and 3) doesn’t even bother to address you personally? I have a life, this blog is not my full-time job, this blog does not put food on the table.

So I just wanted to write a short note of appreciation to Julie-Anne Dorff for being the perfect representing image of Chanel UK, for appreciating me as a blogger and a person, and being the sweetest and most caring in the industry. Obviously I haven’t met everyone in the industry, but if I can get away with saying ‘I love you most out of everyone in the world’ without having to have met everyone in the world, I can say this, no? Also, to those who think I’m kissing butt for Chanel freebies, you’re clearly in the wrong blog, here’s an exit link, please feel free not to come back.

Snap!