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.

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.

James Freeman Gallery in N1; What I’m wearing: Jacket – ASOS, Dress – c/o AA, Sweater – c/o Maska, Shoes – Cutesyshoes, Bag – c/o JHYoo

I know I’m probably shaking up the blog’s niche bottle blog by posting about random fine art – if I start writing about gas exhaust pipe models then you’ll know when to pull that Niche Alarm. No, not Nietzsche – Niche, ‘fish’ with an Italian accent, and swap the f with an n. Some bloggers can learn a thing or two googling that word, not that I’m being a good example right now.

Anyway, enough with the snark. To borrow the common-used phrase from the web: You’ll poop bricks when you see it. I had the opportunity to pop by HyeMin’s exhibition the other day and really did go in my pants when I understood the illustrations. She’d pen-drawn IKEA products straight out of the catalogue along with their prices, and was then selling the artworks for that retail price. So if the price of the kitchen-set was £820 after the January Sale, then the illustration cost £820. The idea was to explore the relationship between original work vs. mass production, both in price and concept. Throughout the hour circling the basement of the James Freeman gallery, guests were picking up affordable items, (i.e. Lampstand for £12.99) and purchasing them straight off the artist. The amazing thing about this, other than the fact that she was making a lot of easy dough, was that this was essentially performance art – with her acting both as creator and salesperson.

Fun! Me not smart enough to explain how that has any relevance to fashion but I’m sure those smarter than me figured that one out already.