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.



Jacket Urban Outfitters | Tshirt I Don’t Like Mondays | Pants Mom’s Daks | Shoes New Look

Back in Warsaw now.





I think I may have pretzel-jinxed my planeride home – look we actually got pretzels this time. Hey, at least gimme something Italian to end my Roman Holiday, like a 21-gun salute out of the country with pasta flying out of the rifles…

Jacket, Shoes H&M Scarf Solar Golf Pants Mum’s old DAKS Tshirt I Don’t Like Mondays

My parents’ closet and the attic is like a mini vintage store, except ITS ALLLL FREEEEE and they looove you for bringing their old clothes back to life. My mum also gave me a rabbit fur stole that she bought at a Polish market in 1992 for 9 ZLOTIES – thats like $3/£4.5, and the stole is custom made in Germany with premium furs. CRAZY.

Talking about crazy, these rings are so freaky I want them badd:

Mixko Boutique Ceramic Barby Ring & Gold plated Ceramic Villain Ring

And one more thing, Yoox.com is Saleing (Oui, it’s towtally a verb) like mad, I think I just spent £130 on these Chloé heels, I dunno, I’ll check again once my sanity returns. I wanted these, but when I’m spending that much, I’d rather get something more practical and walkable. Living in East London and travelling 45 minutes with public transport does not call for badass heels. Too frikkidy bad though.