MOVING ON. What better topic is there but a swig of voyeurism to diffuse the the aftertaste of woe from previous posts? Here’s a handful and a half of junk I carry around in my bag, numbered for convenience’s sake because I don’t possibly know enough directional expression – living in Poland and not speaking the language fluently has taught me that pointing is the best way of communicating.

Samsung Wave II – On a test ride for a fun project (Courtesy of Spreading Jam) but already 70% sold on the Korean typing capabilities.

LC-A+ camera, usually takes about 4 days to realise that I’ve been shooting sans film.

Moleskine 18-month scheduler The one and only platform I practice handwriting. After years of keyboard bashing the handwriting now resembles one of a second grader.

Balenciaga Purse Spray – Only a recent addition to the sack family, wearing still leaves me wondering where I possibly might have rubbed up so intimately against another woman to smell like a stranger…

Lipcoats – Lipbalm by Yes to Carrots, Lily Beige by Chanel, Gloss by Topshop

Extra battery pack for the Canon beast when the mojo level is low.

Coin pouch, gift from my mother. The mouth opens up like a water sack, sometimes I pretend I drink my coins.

Vidi Vici compact foundation

London Transport for London Oyster card and other loyalty cards to places I’m not loyal to…

Envelope wallet by MMM(bought in Yoox), hands down best wallet I’ve ever owned, in fact, so great the money refuses to stay in it…

Cards for Park & Cube. The one with boobie drawings on the back that I stick on your car windshield.

What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell – my own portable Do Not Disturb: Sleeping sign in public transport.

Leather satchel bought in a market stall in Vilnius, Lithuania. Starting to show evidence of cellulite but she is my only love. At least during weekdays.

Coat – Kobra x Anywho @ Warsaw Airport

As an inherent motormouth I’ve had a hard time the past few months holding onto this exciting information, and last week I did yelp on Facebook, but the plan was to head to New York for fashion week to cover for two really great sponsors. Despite the accent as some may have noticed in the Next video I have never actually been to the US, and undoubtedly this would’ve made a rather pleasant first visit… Until my visa was rejected by the US embassy in London. So I booked an urgent flight to Warsaw to reapply from there seeing that my ‘socio-economic ties’ were stronger there, but again, refused. It’s been a rollercoaster ride, both emotionally and physically – packing for an 11-day trip, anticipating new adventures, climbing up and down through the clouds into snowy Warsaw but finally admitting defeat and flying straight back into windy London… I’m not dismissing possibility that God wanted me away from something bad from happening during the trip, but it could’ve simply been the fact that maybe I’ve deified this blog too much lately and neglected on other virtues and a self-glorifying trip maybe wasn’t a great idea. As a South Korean a US visa should not have been a problem to attain, so whatever the reason, I’ve decided to regard this whole situation as a form of life lesson – whether in short or long run, one that ultimately awards a step forward.

Speaking of lessons, on my flight back into London I was sandwiched in between two rows of wailing devil babies, and 50 minutes into the flight I ripped out my earphones that were clearly useless and decided to just wail with them. I say it’s never too early for reverse-psychology lessons.

ASOS SS11 Pressday November 4th 2011 @ Victoria House

Seeing that I’ll be cameraless for a few days I thought I’d give the backlog a good shovelling session… turns out I’m also backlogless with my hard drive over at a slumber party somewhere else… oy vey. Thankfully found this ASOS SS11 pressday post has been lingering in the drafts cabinet since November of last year. I’d like to say it was warming up the bench but as always the truth is that Susie of ASOS had put out a shush note until an appropriate time closer to release and judging by what they’re bringing to the table it looks more like a secret card than a benchwarmer. Particularly fond of the perspex heels, pop-colour bags and the ASOS Africa collection (second to last row) – I know this will be my catchphrase come fashionweek, but Summer where art thou? Take a cab, will thou?

Looks like ASOS just launched a Facebook app store, novelty! Not sure I’d like to advertise to everyone that I like to shell out at ASOS at 4am in the morning but there’s an option to turn that off, right?

Leo DiCaprio lookalike model is Erik from Sweden – email me for his details, I will sell it to you.

If I was any good at dressing my Ken dolls I believe I would’ve played many more scenarios other than deranged beach guard meets Barbie or bachelorette party surprise-appearance Ken… basically the ones that require more than the sculpted boxers and a ribbon around the head. I don’t really mind what my man dresses like, as long as he’s God fearing and has unquestionable integrity, but when it comes to garment musing I find myself having more appreciation for menswear than womenswear. The Braille pop-up shop was open in Shoreditch in December 2010 (how long have I not fed Ken whom I’ve been holding hostage in my backlog…) – the SS11 collection, ‘Colt’, was inspired by modernist designs of Palm Springs and the natural landscape of Agua Caliente Canyon. The designs display an unmistakable Graphic Design attitude with calculated clean lines and symmetry – and sure enough, the founders (Samuel Kientsch and Benjamin Vorono) are from GD backgrounds. Oh the sweet sound of hope instilled again concerning my own future… sounds like kaching but that’s probably my new ringtone.

Thank you Michael from SpotComms for inviting me down!

White sheer blouse – Courtesy of AA, Leather skirt – Vintage, Knit coat – Topshop Unique, Shoes – Topshop, Bag & Belt – Courtesy of JHYoo

Just around the corner from Sloane Street where MCM Rain event took place, wee

Just a quick note, not mainly because it’s that time of month and general coherency for a grammatically sound paragraph is held hostage by dominatrix hormones, I’m off to Warsaw again on the 1st of February. I don’t mean to shift clouds around and cause polarbears to play Twister on broken icecaps, (ok that’s just a really sad image, sorry) but this time is the visa trip. If nature could so kindly provide me with a UK visa tree, I would cut down on my carbon footprint considerably… hello, any unloved frogs want to evolve into a tree? Although, it won’t be long till the UK government decides to chop them down to fuel the blowdryers they used to melt the snow at Heathrow airport a month ago.

Thank you Kit for the shots!