Top – Primark, Shirt as skirt & socks – Uniqlo, Bag – Yesstyle, Shoes – Courtesy of Zalando, Cardigan – Mum’s Massimo Dutti

You must be thinking woman can you get yourself a proper skirt, why yes I can, I believe I am capable, thank you for asking! I’m also capable of vacuuming the flat, brushing my teeth and doing the laundry… doesn’t mean I’ll feel like it. This shirt-as-skirt is the sartorial equivalent of shoving everything under the bed – hides the junk and the trunk – GOOD ENOUGH FOR NOW. And aren’t you somewhat impressed that I wear the same stuff more than once on this blog? That particular shirt might occasionally commute from north to south, but I can boast that it’s been with me since 2007. I have a few cardigans that were gifts from my mother… well if you count ‘finding out your daughter took it without asking and you don’t really feel like chasing her all the way to London’ a form a gift. Yesss we’re completely ignoring the two brand-new items, the shoes and the bag (courtesy of Zalando and YesStyle), I AM SO FRUGAL I’M GONNA DIE!

Vogue Girl Korea July ’11 Issue; Sally Hansen Double Duty (and Mega-Shine, later), BarryM Gold 289, OPI HLB11 & HLB10

I’m just gonna go ahead and call this ‘Skin-clipped-along-with-nail-hence-the-blood-stain-effect’ instead of rack my brain for cheesy names like Berry Kiss’d or Sunset flicker or Unicorn fart. I was flipping through Vogue Girl Korea and noticed Sandara (of 2NE1)’s nails in the Etude waterproof mascara ad. For some reason mascara ads never convince me – nevermind how miraculous the damn mascara brush, HOW CAN YOU HELP IT WHEN YOU HAVE NO LASHES IN THE FIRST PLACE. WHO AM I YELLING AT? Anyway the nails looked cute so I decided to give it a go. Ah, when was the last time you saw such a straightforward post here?

Gio Cat Cafe in Hong-Dae, Seoul, South Korea

When I disappear for 8 days, I disappear rather excellently, must say so myself – this time I raked in all the cats from the neighbourhood. Beat that, hiatus comrades! Unfortunately I cannot disclose the method in which I was able to accomplish this, as it is a secret of the trade, but I believe one can sniff a clue from among the photos. Pun intended. I haven’t named them all but I plan to start with

Stewie, Peter, Lois, Meg and move on to Rumi, Jane, Susie, Brianboy and so on.

Good golly, this cat cafe shots rank highest on Seoul photo pile – what a novelty experience! No no, this is not the first time I’m around animals, my mother did take me to the zoo regularly, in fact she left me in a basket there after birth and I was raised by Polish giraffes. To my horror, the hard drive with my Seoul (and Paris) photos passed away after the 10-hour flight, and even with repeated attempts at CPR (although I do think it’s the CPR that killed it) these precious shots were part of the very few I managed to recover. Why do I always have to learn the hard way that memories stored in bytes are fickle and must remember to back-up at every opportune moment… BACKUP NOW, PEOPLE.

Thank you to the FACE Magazine team for taking me to the cat cafe!

Middlesex University graduate show, Freerange Art & Design show

There really should be much less underestimating of student designers and even lesser overestimating of bigger designers, some of these students here bring more milkshake to the yard (+boys) than the powder milk I sometimes see during LFW. These are my top seven, but absolutely head over heels for the menswear collections by Yasmin Bawa and Rasha Swais. Head over heels also for that Asian girl I seem to have developed a girl-crush on in that 15 minutes of catwalk, WHO IS SHE AND CAN SHE HAVE MY NUMBER?

Freerange exhibitions of graduates and students of all manner of design ends on the 25th of July, get down there before I crack my whip.

Thank you to Lucy of Margaret PR for hooking me up with the show!

In Dior Joaillerie-Horlogerie boutique 8 place Vendôme; Hotel de Crillon

I must’ve simmered in the London pot little too long to think that stepping out with a lightly-packed bag while high-fiving the drunk neighbour at 4am is a very appropriate start to a romantic Paris trip. Drunk on a Sunday night, true hipster pirate freelancer spirit, aye? I should know, I’m captain of that ship. We’re sinking and all that. Anyway. On arrival I searched around for my driver (ho ho my driver, when would I EVER say that again) and spotted a man holding up a ‘Mr Parcchini’ sign. Naturally I glazed over and kept looking, thinking poor Italian man with a name that sounds like food. After a flurry of texts between Brian the PR, turns out Mr Parcchini (ParkShini) was to be my alias in Paris – I’m guessing the reservation was made by phone. So I said that’s me and from then on the driver couldn’t stop looking at his rear mirror, so I spoke in a deep voice to take the mickey out of him and all, buhehe.

Dior kindly invited me down for a day for the introduction of the spectacular Dior VIII watches – to be extra clear, it does not have six wives, one with a cocktail named after. Apparently 8 was Mr Dior’s lucky number! Look out for part two and three, because I’m in Seoul at the moment with acute exhaustion and the internet in this damn hotel costs £10 an hour I decided to skip the research this time and write this up in Word. It just underlined ‘Parcchini’ in a red squiggly line…