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.

Sweater – Topshop (shrunk in the wash :(), Belt – Vintage, Shoes – c/o Zalando, Socks – c/o Tabio, skirt – c/o Storets, Bag – c/o YesStyle

You know me, exaggerating everything like it’s nobody’s business… this is indeed how I lost ’10kg’s, sorry to disappoint. But hey, the very notion that you’d

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think I have enough willpower and self-discipline to lose 10kg is very flattering, thank you. I did lose 2kg the past month but that was purely accidental, kind of like how people lose their kid in a supermarket… you get it back no matter how fast you hide. Anyway back to the hair – what was initially hoped to be ‘shock and awe’ turned out to be more of a ‘dude, where’s my hair‘ fluster. Lothar of Sassoon (Covent Garden Salon) played his wizard tricks, as he – naturally – does magic with hair, and next thing I knew my Samson locks were on the floor next to his neon orange kicks. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it really is a beautiful cut, except I have no clue how to flaunt it because I’ve had utra-long hair for forever (and the fact that I don’t own a blowdryer might also be a contribution…). I’ve also been catching myself in the mirror and realise I look exceptionally ‘Korean’, or ‘Asian’, but that conversation with the reflection usually ends with ‘dude shut up, you are Korean’ and I end up smearing toothpaste at the mirror, crying.

Thank you Lothar millions for the haircut, and Kit for the shots!
(Also here’s the number for the salon if anyone’s interested in some wizardry – +44 020 7240 6635)

Orange thing: Things that look like….

Coat – Obakki, Shirt + Trousers + Socks – Uniqlo for Uniqlooks, Shoes – Zara, Bag – Storets.com, Watch – Casio (via ASOS)

Significant Other: (Looking over my shoulder) You look so Asian.

Me: I am Asian.

Significant Other: No, I mean how you can hardly see your eyeballs in all these pics. And you look like the guy from Mulan in that orange pic…

Me: Screw you.

You wouldn’t believe how windy it was today! It may look as though I have a few static balls rolling around in my pocket but no, I believe if I had any kind of balls I wouldn’t have troubles telling the waiter he brought the wrong order. Or wouldn’t have to pretend I’m blind when passing a neighbour in the corridor to avoid saying hello. I’M JUST SHY OKAY. This is a rather belated first instalment of this month’s Uniqlooks, and yes, their clothes alone do make me happy and grinny and all, but the truth was that as the wind was thrashing and whipping my hair around I kept thinking how funny it’d look if I tried eating a sticky toffee icecream during this all and I couldn’t stop guffawing like a moron.

Thank you Kit for the outfit shots!

Kit’s starter, Crab Tian with avocado, tomato dressing and quail egg

Steak Tartare with toasted sourdough bread

Kit’s Moules Marinieres, mussels by the bucketload!

Veal Paillarde that melts in the mouth

Parfait Parfait and adorable Chocolate Dipped Strawberries

Silk Jacket – Courtesy of Alpinestars by Denise Focil, Asymmetric Shirt + Pants – Gmarket, Shoes – Pierre Hardy for GAP, bag – Storets; Necklace – Ek Thongprasert courtesy of Olive Shoppe

Wobbled in, delirious with hunger – rolled out, saturated with endorphins and possibly pregnant. WITH FOOD, what are you thinking. That’s probably the simplest I can get to summarizing the experience at Café Luc, a dapper brasserie cached at the tip of bustling Marlebone High Street. Kit and I were so generously invited for dinner, and since we’re both notorious for neglecting eachother with a BRB hanging on Skype to go fish for pot noodles in the kitchen, there was no saying no. I do blame the severe hunger that had me order Steak tartare for starter and then the Veal Paillard – I think I’d have enquired for chicken drumsticks dipped in chocolate for dessert if not for the waiter’s timely confiscation of the menu; he’d sensed the meat binge. Bonus tip for that, because the Parfait he brought later was parfait. I figure I’d make a good T-Rex if not for my sweet tooth, which places me in the Pokémon category of species. Café Luc is the sort of place you lose track of time in, it was bright out when we met and pitch dark when we took off. Prices compensate for the hearty atmosphere and satisfying food, yet affordable enough for a quality date with a friend or sigoth. (3-course set menu for £15.90 during non-peak hours) A fun secret? Try spotting one of the owners of the restaurant: Laurant – or as I saw, a Hugh Grant clone. (proof captured by Alexxsia on her visit)

Thank you Alix of ME:MO Interactive for organizing the dinner; thank you Kit for outfit shots!

Outfit: Top – DIY FCUK, Skirt – Storets.com, Shoes – H&M, Furry pouch – ASOS, Long vest – Gmarket; Prints by La Boca as part of promotional graphics;

Don’t we often say ‘I know it’s really bad, but what do you think about…’ just to put a cushion down first before a potential bad review? Black Swan did exactly that in the first 10 minutes into the film. “Done to death” was one of Vincent Cassel’s lines describing Swan Lake in the movie, and there he beat me to the chase – the cushion was laid and I had to hold my tongue about the genericness of the subject. And from that point on I had to accept that the film was not going to be another box standard dance school flicks where the climax is when the protagonist is grounded by her mother. Gladly I’m tough trained in blood & gore after years of being steeped into war movies, but I really couldn’t stop the chills running up and down my body during the screening. Well I guess that can be called ‘refreshing’.  The Ballerina trend is indeed done to death but I think this time it’s going to be different because Black Swan was very little of the dainty feather muffs and white tutus, but more of the saturated evil of the dark swan twin that we always seem to neglect.

The pre-screening event was another one of Robinson Pfeffer‘s bountiful functions, including a Barre class held at Frame studio in Shoreditch. (If the screening came before the class we’d have expected our reflections to move on its accord) A generous dance kit was provided by Bloch, and a smoky-eye makeover by MAC Cosmetics, and off we went hobbling over the bars clutching our butts that were spilling out of the leotards… At least whatever I lost in that class got returned to the rightful owner while shoving down fistfuls of popcorn at the Aubin cinema during the screening.

Thank you Pascal for the outfit shots

My failed attempt at giving Jen a fishtail braid…

Lovely Charlie of A La Mode | Lucy’s DIY collar!

Carrie of Wishwishwish

Frances Sandra style challenge looks

Video courtesy of Next; Outfit: Sweater – Maska, Dress – Storets.com, White shirt – AA

I love Next. I mean, aren’t they geniuses? One first class carriage full of fashion bloggers, one innocent explosion and poof goes a sizeable chunk of the UK fashion blogging community. GENIUS! Imagine the article on that. Fess up Next, how much did you get paid by the journalists & editors (those robbed of Danish pastries by bloggers at the last fashion week)? Conspiracy aside, I do think I’m starting to fall for Next, their nod towards the bloggers is proving to be very friendly, and they’ve really played up their game with the trend interpretation. (Although, call me tasteless, but the 70’s trend really doesn’t appeal to me at all. )

The trainride was to Next’s headquarters in Leicester where we were fed and watered, then set loose in the mock-shop in a competition to style an item assigned to each of us. It was like a 9 year old’s birthday party at McDonalds really, in the best sense possible, I love birthday parties. And 9 year olds. As you can see my item was a pair of flare jeans, and instead of trying to smuggle and trade between the contestants with better items I decided, heck, let’s just go with it. On hindsight, I should’ve wrestled Frances to the ground for the white blazer. You should watch the video – I say I wanted to style it ‘boho’ and the only thing boho about the outfit is the misfitting jeans and my speech on peace love and understanding. My, I had such a blast this day.

Thank you Next and Jenny from Spreading Jam for organizing an amazing day, and Kit & Jill for snaps!