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.


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Coat – H&M. Skirt – Next (Similar). Boots – Zara. Bag – Kurt Geiger (Similar). Turtleneck – American Apparel.

Clocking up nearly eight years in this city and having seen the fantastic variety of elements the sky had for offer (and spewed down regardless of preference) across any given season, the only way I’ve found – so far – to tell apart the damn seasons, was the flower market on Columbia Road. Granted, it’s still a pretty shoddy technique, because I’ve seen snow on sunflower petals, rainwater dousing a perfectly fine barbeque… and so on, but it seems to estimate better than anything else. Anything else, namely, being the date we’ve nominated ‘the official first day of Spring’, which I find basically as credible as me declaring: ‘From now on, I will blog diligently’. It’s Christmas-degrees on the ‘first day of Spring’; 2-week blog hiatus because of jetlag… = same unreliable shebang. At the flower market however, the tell-tale signs are in the flowers: the species, colours and sizes. While I won’t dare to boast I know my flowers, the familiar superstars coincide with the season’s traits: Daffodils, daisies and tulips quickly ensued by the sweetness Springtime; Sunflowers and Dahlias with balmy weathers of Summer… and so on. After a couple of weeks of indecisive selection of evergreens and rust-coloured hydrangeas, last week the market was suddenly flooded with yellow Billy balls and multicoloured tulips, so I picked up a bunch in the name of finally teasing the sun out from behind the clouds… now let’s wait and see if the theory sticks, shall we?

And speaking of Spring…

Looking forward to going back on this potion that always takes me back to NY. Which reminds me, the Marc Jacobs Daisy pop-up store over NYFW was apparently a wild success. As I’d imagined, the #MJDaisyChain hashtag currency overpowered the $$, an innovative social media twist that really made this campaign all the more special. Like I said before, I’d have happily tweeted my tails off for a top-up of Daisy or a piece of Langley Fox Hemingway’s Daisy-themed artwork… or a Marc Jacobs Wellington bag (DAMN). Click on the arrows to navigate the slideshow! In collaboration with Marc Jacobs Daisy (conclusion).




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Bag – Couronne. Boots – Zara. Skirt – Mango. Trench coat – YesStyle

And just like that, back home. Of course, jetlagged again up to my eyeballs, despite the numerous Red Bull showers I’ve taken in the past few hours and all that effort put into not trying to calculate what time it is in Seoul. The latter wasn’t too difficult, to be honest, addition was never my strong point. At some point during the day my body just keeled over and moaned like a pirate and I assumed it was past midnight in the Far East. My husband had suffered some kind of a food poisoning during the 13hour flight and had gone into man-flu mode the minute we landed. He slept till 4pm, woke up to pee, and muttered ‘I don’t feel jetlagged at all’ while I was sprawled, sluggish, in our open suitcases in the name of unpacking. Divorce him, I may. Anyhoo. While I was still up and unpacking (the whole five minutes) I found this – Daisy by Marc Jacobs – one of my favourite scents, a spritz of which took me straight back to this time last year when I had my NYC cherry popped. In fact, I started dreaming of the grand buildings, Central Park and yellow cabs, at which point the dirty laundry in our suitcases made for a soft bedding…

I won’t be travelling for NYFW this season, which pains my heart more than my jetlagged body cares for, but here’s a wee tip to those who will be there in the next week or so: A little bird tells me that there will be a Daisy pop-up store where the currency is not in $$ but ##. One cheeky tweet/a photo on Instagram or Facebook with the hashtag #MJDaisyChain will be all you need to claim a Daisy sample of your own – and since I won’t be there tweeting the life out of my phone in exchange for some Daisy top-up, or what I call, ‘NY-in-a-bottle’, I hope some of you will be able to. Make good memories!

The Daisy Marc Jacobs Tweet Shop will be in Soho, 462 West Broadway from 7-9 February (11am-7pm)