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.

Shawl, Bodycon Nude Dress – American Apparel, Fur Bumbag – ASOS, Pants – Emma Cook Sample Sale, Body Rope – Surround by Mimi of Brook & Lyn, Shoes – Office

If I may summarize the past few evenings: My window is 4 metres wide and 3 metres tall and I’ve been sewing 4 lots of curtains out of fabric, hours on end. My sewing machine is 15 years old and angsty, I am a no0b sewing machine parent. I have very very little patience. Conclusion: There will be neither curtains nor sewing machine at the end of this.

Oh. I also do not own a ladder, so I am relying on my bicycle, tripod and sofa. In whatever order, really.

Blouse – Vintage, Top – Emma Cook (Sample Sale), Skirt – Courtesy of Susie!, Pants – Gmarket, Socks – Sheer Socks, Shoes – Take 10 Schuh

Left to right: Leia, Sherin, Adele, Sabine, MJ, Saskia, Vicki, Jen, Sarah

Note: Green brogues not part of Take10 challenge, from Kate Kanzier

I feel like all I do nowadays is grumble – sure, I was under a witch spell for a few days but it just went on after that, like the fashion flu – whoever coined that phrase needs to be jailed. The Take10 shot was Take 10 million shots in the stairwells of my new flat, and I’d growl after standing in front of the camera a minute too long realising the timer wasn’t on. So in essence I was just staring at a hunk of plastic on three legs – cue in the grumble echo up four flights.

I should’ve posted this forever and a day ago, so apologies to the rest of the Take10 crew about that! If anyone’s curous, the Schuh brogues are slightly small, so best to go a size up. Either that or again I don’t really know my shoe size. Quite a worrying thought, that.


Top to bottom, left to right: ZARA over-the-knee suede boots, Vintage Military boots, Vintage Studded, Emma Cook for Topshop Zebra, Velvet Angels Wedges, ASOS suede shoe-boots, ZARA Suede wedges, Ashish for Topshop ankle wedges, Loeffler Randall knit mix boots, Office Military boots, Scorah Patullo ankleboots, Office oxfords, Chloé wedges, Doc Martens Pascal boots

Stocking up on niggles of colour for winter. I figured that it’s enough to be born with an extra organ for cynicism (under the thyroid glands to be precise), it shouldn’t be further applauded by wearing dark colours during the cold seasons – the sun’s short as it is, like the other day it was gone-o by the time I came down for lunch, very confusing… my body clock is now completely scrambled with a side of bacon and toast.

Well I must say that colour is incredibly vitalizing and mood-uplifting, not to sound like a nutrition capsule bottle, but right now the two yellow shoes are entrancing me in a way that keeps me up (and happy) at 5am. Now I understand why, come winter, we find increased fat deposits on our bodies – it was all to make space for some much needed energizers. Check your thighs, it should have a small hatch somewhere to fit two AA’s. Well either that or yellow shoes, I think.







Jacket – Black Luna Vintage, Sheer Top & Asymmetric dress as top – Topshop, Skirt – Vintage, Shoes – Emma Cook for Topshop, Bag – Vintage DIY Studded, Ring – Spitafields Market | Thank you Ellen for taking photos <3

I just wrote a paragraph about being in an intimate relationship with my phone and then realized that it was starting to resemble my dissertation about panoptics, global connection and disappearance of space (see you’re already drifting) and decided to delete the whole thing and instead write zebra stories (clear relevance to the outfit, as you can see). Actually it’s 5am so I’ll skip on the zebra story but I’ll tell you that sadly it does not have a happy ending. I know that no one likes un-happy endings, so there, I’ve done the world a favour by heading off to bed, goodnight.

Four London bloggers were invited by ForeverBetter (Sponsored by Miele) as VIP guests to the LondonFashionWeekend opening evening on Wednesday. The four were: Alizé (Blog de Tendances) and Katie from The Fashion Society, Kit of Style Slicker and The Fashion Assistant, and myself from hereabouts.

Break Ice We first met in Café Chino for a crash course on how to act like VIP (step one: have servants carry ends of hair) before heading off for the venue. No. We chatted over coffee about ourselves and blogging just to get to know eachother better – happens that Alize and Katie are from my university, and I’ve been following Kit’s streetstyle blog for months. Meh, tiny world.

Swift Never have I seen so many jealous faces when we were admitted without having to queue, both into tent and catwalk. (Smug face x 4)

Catwalk Divided into four different spring style ‘scenes’: American Idol, Domestic Goddess, African Queen and Etheral Nude. You might be able to notice gorgeous Zanita in the pictures, what a pleasant surprise to see her on the catwalk!










Rose Then we headed off to the event hosted by Miele, where we tossed in a real rose each into a Miele washing machine to see what tough water does to roses OoooOoo. After 30 minutes of we come back to find the roses as firm and alive as before we put them in. The honeycomb drum ever so gently washes so that delicate garments like silk or cashmere don’t come out like ragamuffin-wear. Miele washing machines last as long as 20 years which is how long I’ve been living (give or take 2 or 3 years…). So if I bought one now I’d have to endure its company until I had 3 kids and drove a family van.




Mista Garvida We also had a chance to oogle at two beautiful futuristic dress designs by Jasper Garvida (winner of last year’s Project Catwalk) and later actually talk to him about them. The white sequin-bead dress apparantly took 80 hours to complete, which he claims isn’t that long. Man, 80 hours is 4 days without sleep. Whadduyou mean it’s not long.




The Gang Katie, Alizé and Kit.




Best bit? Free food, obviously.


This and free Bailey’s with chocolate ice cream.

Thank you once again to ForeverBetter and Cherry & Steph for guiding us and organising the meet!


Jacket Vintage Christian Dior Dress Zara Tights H&M Boots Emma Cook Bag Pollini
Photo courtesy of Style Slicker

(Those tights aren’t done yet, DIY tutorial soon)