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.

Shirt dress – On loan from Flik Hall SS10, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s, Shoes – H&M, Socks – Happy Socks, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Coat – Zara

Oh so this was the day it rained cows and peanuts and the puddles were out to get the socks. Let’s say the socks weren’t very ‘Happy’ by the time I got home at the end of the day, ‘wet carpet’ might’ve been a better term. Looking at these photos of LFW while eating my umpteenth Lindt chocolate ball and wiping my hands on my blue pyjamas feels like fashionweek is now some Disney terminology. So any moment the photos can break out into a song… of mining diamonds, of course, the princess song is saved for the likes of Abbey Lee Kershaw or Alexa Chung.

Thank you Kit for the shots!!

Bohoboco boutique on ul. Mokotowska 71, Warsaw; White lace dress courtesy of Style Sofia, DIY studded vintage boots; Thank you Harel for snapping that shot of moi!

After having made a brash decision to butt into my parents weekly 3h tennis session after church I woke up today with one rebellious body, oh so that popping sound in my dream wasn’t popcorns in the microwave IT MUST’VE BEEN THE SOUND OF MY MICROMUSCLES TEARING. Sorry for screaming, wait no, I’m not sorry, it hurts everywhere and everyone needs to know. The thighs are the worst, it makes me hobble-wobble like I’m either drunk on Windex (or was it Powerade…) or sporting Forrest Gump leg braces. The lovely Harel took me around town today as consolation, although she didn’t bring a wheelbarrow/wheelchair she did escort me to a lovely boutique of Polish brand Bohoboco, where I found that amazing jacket-dress for 70% off. It’s a size 42 (UK14) but it kinda fits, doesn’t it? Either that or I’m newly learning I’m actually a size 14.

The meaning behind BOHOBOCO is worth a mention actually. “Co” in Polish means “what” – Apparently the designers were having a conversation in NY and one went “Boho” and the other went “Bo what?” (As in, What the schmeck is boho) so they decided to call the brand Bohoboco. I really don’t get boho trend either, therefore they get a WIN card from me.

Desgined in Photoshop/InDesign; Edward Meadham & Benjamin Kirchhoff portraits from London Fashion Week website; Text from my contribution for Ligature Magazine;

You thought I let you off the hook with the LFW stuff, huh? Not so quick I’m afraid – there’s a sackload of photos and all good stuff I want to share. Well, I could just bugger off and make soup out of them, but I don’t think the orphans would appreciate that, now would they. I’ve done something a little different this time and gone and designed a mini editorial in hopes to ball them into bite-size chunks…  Here’s Meadham Kirchhoff’s show from the 5th day, a really dramatic and fast-paced show – so fast that by the time I adjusted my camera settings the models were already retreating and I believe one smirked stuck her tongue out at me? So I stole their flowers in return. (cackle) Here’s a bit more about the show (and original photos) from my small contribution to Ligature Magazine.

For those trying to read that 5-point text in pages 6 and 14, they’re extracts from all the hatemail I ever got. QUICK GO GET YOUR MAGNIFYING GLASSES.

I know it’s over but do check Full Frontal Fashion for more photos of LFW