Trench – Mum’s Burberry, Trousers – Zara sale, Shoes – Cutesyshoes, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Galaxy print body – Courtesy of Motel Rocks, Cardigan – Uniqlo

Warsaw Palace of Culture Sala Kongresowa; Thank you muzzer for the photos!

So what’s with the glasses, eh?* According to this dame here it should seem that I’m on a man-repelling agenda but no, if I had that kind of social fluency I wouldn’t be living with 18 diseased cats. No, I’m allergic to cats, and I have a boyfriend – that guy standing behind me, that’s him. I keep telling him to move out of the frame but apparently he’s not up for long-distance relationship just yet. One of the Chopin Music Academy students in our church was picked to perform with 9 top tenors in Poland, and of course I had to make an appearance. I feel sorry for the concert hall staff for having to install all the red seats in my honour.

Wow the blurb is getting lamer by the post. I blame diseased cat #4. OK SHUTTING UP.

*Forgot my contacts in London is all.

Wax-coated jacket that memorizes every crease

Braille studios in Dalston

I remember, this was the day I was contemplating being subhuman and staying in bed with dirty hair instead of going out to visit Ben & Sam of Braille. Time and time again I keep having to remind myself that this blog is not a platform where I report on the latest collection of brands, and especially not menswear because don’t we all just pretend to have boyfriends to cover up the fact that we’re social outcasts? Ok maybe that’s just me. Also frankly, I don’t get paid skittles to spend hours travelling to press events and then struggling to write things up.
But whad’ya know, I visited Braille that day and I had to eat my words. I realised that, even if I were to visit a studio producing hacksaws and lawnmowers, if it told a good visual story it’d be worth ‘reporting’ on. This is indeed Braille’s AW11, but this is also the birthplace of the collection, where Ben & Sam painstakingly sewed on each button and produced the pieces without the help of any interns – reason why they named the collection ‘Our Damn Hands‘.

Thank you Michael from SpotComms for arranging this all.

Day 1: Latte and Eggs Royale at the Breakfast Club

Day 2: Cheddar cheese burger, strawberry milkshake and fries at Byron

Day 3: Ribena juice from Mulberry; Olive Capers pasta, latte and Focaccia at Princi; Tea and roadkill Mulberry cupcake

Day 4: Sushi boxset and Blueberry Granola Frozen Yoghurt from Itsu

Day 5: Vegetable dumpling Udon from Itsu (Noodling shot thanks to Kit!)

Day 6: Glamour x Krispy Kreme for Glamour Magazine 10th Anniversary Limited Edition (Photo thanks to Franciepants)

Making out with the doughnut, such a PG rated naughty pic that is.

BAH I give up. For days I’ve been trying to cook up another one of those ‘Special Edits‘ but I’ve got the biggest designer’s block that the Park & Cube bit is starting to make sense. So here’s the food I ate during fashion week, they deserve a bit of attention anyway, the Glamour x Krispy Kreme doughnuts especially. The lovely Abi arranged 4 boxes to be delivered and before it was released for distribution I’d already stuffed my trap with a dozen. I’m going to be so fat  *cue ‘oh no shini you’re not fat‘ comment. **cue ‘oh yes I am, I should’ve had 6 doughnuts, I should go hurt myself now‘ reply.

Shirt dress – On loan from Flik Hall SS10, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s, Shoes – H&M, Socks – Happy Socks, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Coat – Zara

Oh so this was the day it rained cows and peanuts and the puddles were out to get the socks. Let’s say the socks weren’t very ‘Happy’ by the time I got home at the end of the day, ‘wet carpet’ might’ve been a better term. Looking at these photos of LFW while eating my umpteenth Lindt chocolate ball and wiping my hands on my blue pyjamas feels like fashionweek is now some Disney terminology. So any moment the photos can break out into a song… of mining diamonds, of course, the princess song is saved for the likes of Abbey Lee Kershaw or Alexa Chung.

Thank you Kit for the shots!!

Bohoboco boutique on ul. Mokotowska 71, Warsaw; White lace dress courtesy of Style Sofia, DIY studded vintage boots; Thank you Harel for snapping that shot of moi!

After having made a brash decision to butt into my parents weekly 3h tennis session after church I woke up today with one rebellious body, oh so that popping sound in my dream wasn’t popcorns in the microwave IT MUST’VE BEEN THE SOUND OF MY MICROMUSCLES TEARING. Sorry for screaming, wait no, I’m not sorry, it hurts everywhere and everyone needs to know. The thighs are the worst, it makes me hobble-wobble like I’m either drunk on Windex (or was it Powerade…) or sporting Forrest Gump leg braces. The lovely Harel took me around town today as consolation, although she didn’t bring a wheelbarrow/wheelchair she did escort me to a lovely boutique of Polish brand Bohoboco, where I found that amazing jacket-dress for 70% off. It’s a size 42 (UK14) but it kinda fits, doesn’t it? Either that or I’m newly learning I’m actually a size 14.

The meaning behind BOHOBOCO is worth a mention actually. “Co” in Polish means “what” – Apparently the designers were having a conversation in NY and one went “Boho” and the other went “Bo what?” (As in, What the schmeck is boho) so they decided to call the brand Bohoboco. I really don’t get boho trend either, therefore they get a WIN card from me.