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 changeā€”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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Jacket – Gerry Webber, Shirt – Vintage

There’s nothing more satisfying than leaving the house early and following the friend around while she does her chores, whining that I’m hungry and going to faint on the busstop and finally hearing her say FINE WE’LL GO EAT, WOMAN. But I only live to bug you, Elface.

The Stockpot in SoHo is a perfect British equivalent of a diner with homey food and simple but good (for a lack of a better adjective) drinks. Definitely check it out when you’re in London, especially good when you’ve spent all your money in American Apparel and Urban Outfitters that also sorta exist in your own country (but of course it seems better in a foreign country) and all you have is a fiver left in your pocket.