USBs in the shape of miniature candybags by Furla

We all know how I feel about giveaways – I know how a lot of you feel about giveaways. I don’t like holding the hoops up as much as you probably don’t like jumping through them. BUT I think you’ll like this, and I promise, no hoops. Maybe a few somersaults but only because you want to, and I’m rolling with you, grass stains and whatnot. Heck, how about a garden party with Candybag prizes, lemonade and pizza available!

Watch this space!

Do you like my hand as model? If you haven’t noticed, it’s nude, rawr.

Bustier – Courtesy of Fairground, Dress – Courtesy of StyleSofia, Boots – River Island, Grey pants – Uniqlo, Belt – JHYoo, Bag – Lithuanian Market, Plaid shirt – Calvin Klein

Well, other than migrating from bed to bed in the house for mini naps and mapping the neighbours from my window I managed to convince a friend to meet for a coffee. OK FINE, I begged her. Convince, beg, same difference. (Sob) Flora showed me the cosiest cafe in Warsaw called My ‘o’ my where I had best salad in town. Well, probably the best in town because I have virtually no friends and thus haven’t had too many salads in town.

OK enough with the moping, clearly this being alone in a big house has given me the catlady attitude. My parents are coming back tomorrow so a reminder to those who’ve passed out after the houseparty and never left, please TYOB (Take Your Own Beercans).

Here I am, talking to dussst.

(Thank you Flora for the outfit shots!)

Very unusual, this experience I had… Do I mean surreal? Sure, the collection was unexpectedly sizzling-haute and what was a loser like me doing at a Giles show in the first place, but still, bizarre. I can’t really put a finger on it; I guess partially it was  the fact that I had no idea what to expect, what with Giles’ previous season being so fun and colourful – the dark setting at the Royal Courts of Justice was puzzling at first. Also, all throughout the show my Canon refused to cooperate, so half the time I spent wrestling it and muttering Santa doesn’t visit naughty cameras threats… The most bizarre of all though, was going backstage after the show for an interview with Giles (that I chickened out from). It’s common knowledge that pre-show backstage is literally a feast to the eyes, but like all good shows expiring after the curtain’s fall, post-show backstage displayed a rather real side of fashion – the cold logistics of wrapping up the pieces and models stepping out of their ‘wings’.  I must say the experience was slightly unnerving, but it was a somewhat valuable reminder that the so called ‘fashion world’ is without doubt, built in the clouds.

Thank you Glacéau Vitamin Water and Exposure PR again for arranging the amazing front-row ticket & (albeit spooky) backstage pass!
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Polo Top – Courtesy of Uniqlo, Polkadot Dress – Graduation dress by Zara, Belt – JHYoo, Bag – Mum’s, Vest – Geiger, Shoes – River Island, Sunglasses – Urban Outfitters

Thank you Agata and Oliwia for the photos!

Here’s another Uniqlooks look – yarh, it’s meant to be a monthly thing but with the frequency of my posting lately it looks like every other post is about the project… well good thing I love Uniqlo to death. Have I been paid to say this? – Do unicorns glow in the dark? We’ll never know. No, to keep this clear and on the records, I am indeed being compensated for this project. Le anyways. I know it’s hard to see, but the dress is actually halterneck and did an amazing job not covering my chest at my highschool graduation (thank you, dress), and the top is a simple polo shirt. Can you see, the dots are blue on the shirt and white on the dress. HA, this should’ve been a competition, I know how we all love giveaways! (puke). Had I remembered that I had this dress, and had I known I’d be stuck in Poland for weeks more than expected (not that it’s a bad thing), I probably would’ve asked for a different colour for ‘styling’ purposes… but I told you here anyway so only those who read my sacred blurbs will know of the secret of the dress, which is, hidden in plain sight.

So we all see now what happens when we try convincing sequins out of Ashish, he lets the wardrobe-moths loose. I must credit the man though, for the sweet juxtaposition of painstaking sequin application with casual destructed knit. I don’t know why, but I always say “meh” after his shows and then go home to find myself growing to love each of the pieces over time. It’s probably a sign that I take things too seriously and thinking that the only things that will ‘grow on me’ are bacteria and hair. I was going to say boobs but we all know… anyway. The spiderwebbed knees were quite the random and sometimes I couldn’t tell if the model was a dude or a dudess, but on hindsight sequins on colourful plaid was a real delight amidst the sea of ‘serious’ that reigned this season’s catwalks.

This post is embarrassingly late, but I wanted to thank Glacéau Vitamin Water and Exposure PR for arranging the amazing front-row ticket.

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