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.

Kit and her ballet-appropriate Tabio socks!

Ballet & Shoes customization at Frame Shoreditch

What’s a Friday night without a bit of wild swaying to foreign music accompanied by a cocktail mix of friends

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& strangers? Frame of Shoreditch (Robinson Pfeffer PR) hosted a night of ballet with a session of ballet-shoes customizing a few weeks ago. The class broke about every micromuscle in my body… the last time I did anything that resembled ballet was installing shelves in the new flat – pointé and arms in fifth, but I think that was closer to circus tricks than anything… Which reminds me – when I was 12, I was offered a place in the Warsaw Ballet School, I wonder what kind of blog this might’ve been had I taken that path. Probably the same stuff, sans the Mexican we had in Brick Lane after the event perhaps. Do you like my Mr & Mrs Grand Plié shoes? I forgot to include the shot where Mr Grand Plié is stepping on the Mrs’ face.

* Not sure I’m in an ideal state to be blogging now but this is probably the only thing that seems to be constant nowadays so I guess that’s a blessing in itself…

Coat – ASOS White, Bag – Market in Vilnius, Top – Zara, Pants – Gift from the lovely Nadia of FrouFrouu, Shoes – Office

Walked around in the Future Beauty: 30 Years of Japanese Fashion exhibition at the Barbican feeling like my hands were tied behind my back. I had a grand sum of three cameras in my bag with a ‘Photography Not Permitted’ barbed-wire choking my wrists. Boo… Well, since I can’t share the experience I guess I’ll have to exaggerate a little so everyone goes and has a visit: There’s a giant naked lady following you around spraying £20 notes whenever you read the small captions. A strongly recommended visit!

Thank you Leonie for the photos!

Camera: Sony NEX-5, Furry Bumbag – ASOS,  Militaryesque Bumbag – Angels Sale, Skirt – Courtesy of Storets.com, Shirt – Gmarket

Just a quick one today: Immidiate Future, the PR agency that represents Sony sent over the NEX-5 for a ride around the block for 2 weeks. I’ve only done the introductory handshake with it so I haven’t got much to share on its usability or functions, but that grip was pretty impressive. The camera’s a hybrid between a DSLR and a point-and-shoot with interchangeable lenses, and most vital of all for us fash bloggers, it doesn’t need an entire bag of its own like my needy tank Canon does. In fact, concerning how many cameras bloggers sold for Canon the past few years, I really hope this camera will get them slightly nervous.

Be right back with a few testshots!

ÖÖ: Was it a Dream? 94 Berwick Street; 14-24 September

I may have butchered the Estonian language with that title, ‘ÖÖ‘ actually translates to night. Isn’t it funny, to me it looks like two wide-open eyes with eyelashes . Then again I accept that Korean might look like wheels and boxes to others: 완전미안… I disgress. Ellen and I were fabric shopping on Berwick street and happened to come across this exhibition – a pop-up concept store named ‘ÖÖ: Was it a Dream?‘, exhibiting work from six nordic countries as part of the Icon Design Trail. I was lured in by that characteristic Nordic ambience – that particular mood which an image of steaming blood on fresh-fallen snow might induce, this unsettling vision amidst a static-calmkind of like a dream. Each piece had that ever-so-slight tilt in the balance of simple vs. minimal that made me feel slightly uneasy, but eventually I had to give in to its charismatic way of expressing so much with so little.

Lee Klabin Showroom in Shoreditch

Why did we ever ditch corsets? Oh right, because women started falling off high walls and into seas because corsets were too tight and then they ended up marrying pirates. Well I’m glad Lee Klabin is all about corsets and accentuating lady-lumps, because frankly I’ve had enough of designers designing for, basically, women with boy figures. (How many of them are there anyway?) I understand women started dressing like men to display a sense of equality and power, but if you really want power, you don’t join the team, you beat it. With ladylumps. OK that was graphic, sorry. I was awed by how Lee Klabin seemed to dominate the board, with corset designs ranging from light angelic pieces to dark warrioresque. My personal favourites though, were the ones jersey – the one fabric you don’t expect structure from.

Thank you Desiree for inviting me down & showing me around!