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 & Cashmere scarf – Uniqlo, Sweater – Courtesy of Quiksilver, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s Curve ID, Shoes – Zara, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Watch – Casio via ASOS #teenvogue

Photos by Yu the 11-year-old again, talent-o-meter raising the roof.

Dear Diary,
I woke up today and had a swig of yesterday’s red bull to start the day fresh. There was a slight whiff of bacon burning in the house, but I think it was the neighbours roasting a pig in their snowcovered lawn again. Weirdest people ever. I shuffled down to the kitchen in my blue teddybear pjs expecting to pass the thumping music from my brother’s room and my mum’s blowdry opera, but there wasn’t a sound. The ventilation in the toilet was humming but where were my mummy and daddy? Where was my brudder? AHHHHHHH!! (wait, I skipped to the part where I put some of my brother’s cologne on…)

Is it just me, or is this always the story of December 27th after the official festivities have died? The noise of the holidays is suddenly zapped, you wake up in the Home Alone movie with everyone else gone to resume their lives and next thing there’s maple syrup and broken glass on the stairs.

It’s already the wee hours of Boxing Day here in Poland (is that the day boxes were born in a barn? I KID. Goodness, you must think I have a take on everything), but I still wanted to wish you a very warm and happy Christmas !

Food for thought: It’s only natural that we celebrate the birth of an individual only if his/her story of life and death were worth remembering. So for Christians it may be encouraging to read the Easter message on Christmas to remind ourselves of why the birth of Christ. And perhaps for those unsure of the faith, it might be worth investigating the life & death (and resurrection) of Jesus before entirely dismissing the birth story as a fantasy or an exaggerated tale.

Shirt – Uniqlo Menswear, Belt – JHYoo, White Knit – Lithuania, Skirt – Storets.com, Shoes – Zara; Thank you hallway mirror for being ever so accommodating.

The Grinch has stolen bits of my tripod and probably also the remote for the camera. I guess it serves me right for inviting him over a tight scheming session to de-commercialize Christmas and dress up as Robin Hoods and steal Christmas back to the original owner, the birth of Christ. He must’ve grabbed them as he was storming out when I asked how much green foundation makeup is usually required to cover all his wrinkles & pores.

Happy Christmas Eve, all. xx

Lomo LC-A+ Courtesy of Lomography

Big apologies to Lomography as I’m very certain they approached me with the LomoAmigo project hoping I might share some fashion scenes. I do think these results do emphasize the worth of the camera better – my ordinary life has quite a low fashion value, and if the LC-A+ is truly an snapper for life it would’ve compiled 5 rolls of absolutely randomness with only a sprinkle of said ‘fashion’, and voila what do we have here. The only thing I could ever ‘whip out’ in my life had been the tissues in the bra when I was 13 before my mother would approach me, but the past few months the camera had cosily taken its place in there. The reason I carry this around everywhere is because there’s hardly any obligation for composition or simply, much thought really, into photographing – of course after you’ve gotten used to the levers and the calculus problem you have to solve before every shot. Think, would such spur-of-the-moment shots would be achievable by, again, the tank Canon? Do check out my LomoAmiga interview if you’d like.

* Wig pic unrelated to Seven Sisters incident, that one I asked for permission for and the owner said TAKE PICTURE, TAKE MY MONEY, NO SHOOT I HAVE FAMILY.