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 – Mum’s Geiger, Pants – Zara, Shoes – Kate Kanzier, Bag – Vintage DIYed, Scarf – Highland store, Shirt – Make Lemonade Shop

And who’d have thought that the bush I stuck my head in was full of spiders?

Well, as part of mandatory health & safety precautions – bit like how the bodyguard tastes the wine for poison – my photographer (aka le sweet-sweet manfriend with a disposable camera) stuck his head in the bush first. He told me later that he got home and pulled out spiders from his hair, despite the one we shook off after doing the photos. Whose genius idea was it? I don’t know, don’t look at me.

I had to check out the Sketchbook Magazine pop-up store in Carnaby Street before it reached its final pages at its location in Carnaby Street. It had caused a media frenzy with various events that were packed into 3 weeks, and had I been in London I would’ve brought my duvet over and settled down in the corner just to be at each of the events. When I followed Kit down to their basement the other day, what I saw were rooms that were like sketchbooks, spilled out onto walls and floors – paper mobiles, collages, paintings and murals… what a burrow of wonderland it was down there. It’s such a pity I’d missed literally everything that was scheduled (and everyone, including a talk by my darling bubble Susie), but I’m sure keeping an eye out for a next time. Who knows, maybe next time they’ll organize a paper festival for all they seemed to be capable of!

Lubitel, camera TDF

Kit’s clashing (but it works so well!) leggings + socks combo

Sweater & Scarf – Gmarket, Pants – Vero Moda through ASOS, Shoes – ZARA, Necklace – ASOS, Lace top – COS, Bag-  Public Beware

For those who know of my (irrational?) fear of clowns, this is a huge improvement, no?

Kit and I were scouting side streets of Covent Garden the other day for a good shooting spot, knocking on walls with our blogger stick and scrutinizing the look of each street when we stumbled upon this wall. It was just around the corner from the Royal Drury Lane theatre, right by the headquarters of Paul Smith. I was erh *cough*copulating*cough* with the wall, you know, duty of a style blogger (Get friendly with backdrop), when a man on a bike came up to us and said the mural was only recently deleted. He then whipped out his iPhone and commenced searching for that picture he took of the whole clown, and while doing so I think we saw his entire lifestory in about 500 photos before finding the clown? Well anyway, the charming man showed us the photo and it got me thinking… why did they leave the half? I understand graffiti laws, but half-fulfilled graffiti law?

I just wondered if anyone knew about the story of this mural. Although, I promise I’m not that obsessed in finding out, it’s a clown after all.

Thank you Kit again for the beautiful photos!

Park Dong Jun

What started out as a parade of borderline generic-Asian dress designs with ribbon belts, when Park’s pattern prints started flowing out in combo with velvet and wool, the collection graduated to a wowza wrap-up. Inspired by Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, Park had illustrated dark romance, playing with a rather ‘passionate’ colour palette of flame-orange, crimson, black and nude – all on a cold forest backdrop. It was like psychedelia on a runway, seeing those silk prints flitter by dragging their blue shadows…

Shin Jang Kyoung

The models looked lethal as they stomped down the glittery runway in their black pleather (as we like to call it) stripper heels and crow’s nest hair. I was amused at the show they put on more than the collection itself (a theme done-too-often, I find), especially at the end when the entire 18-model troop walked up and down, up and down the runway for a good 10 minutes. The collection screamed the usual gothica, femme fatale, feminine domination – but that last act was like a crack of the whip, so effective.

Seoul Fashion Week FW’10; March 2010

To those who still think the earth is round, shame on you! I flew far-far East and eventually fell off the page and onto the next, (which should perfectly explain the 9 day hiatus, yes?) did you know that puppies and Starbucks Mocha Frappucinos grow on trees in the next page world? We’re missing out big time, I tell you.

Come fly east to Korea next season, I promise you won’t be disappointed. My first day of Seoul Fashion Week was their 6th day, and it was still bustling from noon straight to the last show at 8pm as excited crowds spilled out from shows, high on catwalk smoke… then they would leave swiftly as a new crowd shuffled in. Catwalk tickets are generally available for purchase for back seats and standing spaces at SFW, which meant there was a constant wave of new faces queuing up. Way to churn the streetstyle basket!

Thanks again to Lynette & Adrienne of Kokokoreano for an amplified SFW experience; what would I have done without Adrienne’s (non-Korean) laser eyes burning ‘VIP’ onto the walls? Also, wonderful to have met you, Claire & Ben of WGSNEileen and Freya!