Sweater & Skirt – Courtesy of American Apparel, Shoes – Vanessa Bruno (The Outnet), Shirt – Make Lemonade Vintage shop, belt – JHYoo (Factoriem), Bag – ASOS

Thank you Kit for the snaps!

Ew there’s that ham face again. In light of all things happened, that lollypop is proving to be one powerful prop. Does my face not look like world hunger is solved? Not that I purposefully bought a chupachup, unwrapped it and sucked on it for 10 minutes before deeming it good enough to be a part of the shoot. On the other hand I would not have dared to part with that thing whether Jen or Kit tried wrangling it off of me or not. It makes me happy and my inner kid’s hunger, if not the world, is solved for now. What visa woes?

Wait let me just say now, the only visa I want to be reminded of is the kind with the magic magnetic stripe in the back. Otherwise you warrant me to pull out a piece of skin from your nail cuticle.

I love you too.

Cape & Shoes – Zara, Coat – Mum’s Roem, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s, Bag – The Bridge, White silk shirt – Make Lemonade

This post is not exactly how I intended to ring in 2011 on this blog, so please work with me while I pretend 2011 is still in the horizon and this blog is that country called Republic of Procrastinica that’s about five and a half globes behind in time.

It looks like I should title my posts with more care as I did end up going into an unintentional 10-day-long Silence, as per the prediction of the previous post title. Sorry to disappoint, but the silence wasn’t induced by a bad footing in the snow and a smashing of my peabrain onto the cobblestones of Warsaw (what an enthralling image), although even if I did in most likelihood the pea would’ve survived. (Survival pea knows no danger) I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before but the curse (and blessing, somewhat) of growing up in international schools means everyone scatters after graduation; 5 years have passed since highschool and now home is basically a clean slate; shucks, sometimes it feels like starting in a new city. What I realised this time though, was that I was starting to draw on that blank page with friends made thanks to this blog. I won’t name them all, but they’ve really become people I can call ma homeys. Thank you all for saving me from perpetual laundry and dish cleaning, and thank you always for a great time.

Jacket – Monnari, Blouse – Make Lemonade Vintage, DIY Cropped jeans – Zara, Wedges – Velvet Angel via Shopbop, Bag – Vintage

Currently suppressing the urge to take the laptop into the bed and acquaint myself of the art of endurance, but I fear it’ll be like man in stripclub, with wife. I’d forgotten Fashion Week is five days of tightrope-walking, the dismount both pleasing and excruciating and the only applause is from the shoes, sarcastic…slow…claps. They know they’re too damn expensive to THROW IN A BURNING OIL TANK. I will now buy cheaper shoes that can shred my feet and then I’ll express wrath by setting fire to them. Yeah, that sounds like good logic.

Day one was a good start, the wind tasted like winter but there were sunny spells that just lit up the courtyard like an incubator and then the colourful birds started hatching. Don’t you love it how all throughout the year magazines report the latest trend yet during fashion week no one really wears trend? It might just be London, but I didn’t see a herd of sheep(skin jackets) nor a pack of camel(coats) entering the show tent. Best thing about LFW: Overdosing on coffee with the girls and bumming around the courtyard, high on one caffeine cocktail or another, making new friends and shooting* old ones.

*Lined up against a wall, or sometimes just while they talk… candid is best, really.

Thank you Joseph Piper for taking my outfit shots!

Jill and I are covering London Fashion Week for Next this season, check out the Next blog for more coverage!