Trenchcoat, Cropped Sweatshirt – Uniqlo, Sheer blouse – Etsy (Gossamer Wings Studio), Skirt – Vintage, Sheer leggings – Wolford, Shoes – Office, Socks – Korean, Bag – Etsy (Benefit Jewels), Necklace – H&M; Left photo stolen from Platform Princess, right photo stolen from Style Crusader

LFW Day Five and barely posting stuff from the first day, I’ve clearly been blogging for just a very short while, I think today’s my third day (cough not over a year cough), and do not know how this all works…! OK fine I have no excuse, give me the cone hat I’ll go sit on a stool.

I’ve had to steal some photos off of fellow bloggers because I forgot what kind of blog I run and came home emptyhanded… thank you Jackie and Jennifer!

Jacket – Gmarket, Scarf – 1m cloth from Cloth House, Pants – H&M, Shoes – ZARA, Top – Christopher Kane for Topshop, Bag – Etsy. Photos by Susan Falkenas.

Somehow I’ve managed to spin back into the damned routine that I remember banishing out of my system at the end of my second year, where work of all sorts mutate into triple-eyed beasts that follow me into my dreams and knock down perfectly fine potted plants from my ledge of sanity. This routine that involves taking in webdesign jobs on top of schoolwork and existing unfinished jobs. I line them up perfectly time-wise which is probably why they tumble like dominos when one goes wrong. So I had a breakdown, I confess, but thankfully snapped out of it seeing that the work wasn’t going to do on its own. And here I am, worried about whether my concept for a school project will tickle the tutor’s fancy, yet there are more and more bodies (and survivors! thank God) being pulled out under rubbles in Haiti. Gotta be ashamed of myself. Thank you God for allowing me have a frickin higher education and a job as a candy bonus, and I’m so sorry.

Sweater – H&M, Pants – Zara, Boots – Venezia PL, Scarf – Gmarket, Coat – Black Luna Vintage | Thank you daddy for photos!

I do apologize that over the past few weeks posting has been incredibly sparse and a little forced at times, home is strictly hibernation grounds so to get dressed and arouse a fellow hibernator, which really is just anyone with a finger for the shutter, two legs to stand and a relatively good mood – no photography experience required (just anyone, I beg you, please) – is quite the carb-eater and considered a winter-sport. Do you ski? I don’t, I FashBLOG. Flying back usually does the trick of jolting me awake from hibernation, either the turbulence over the North Sea or a devil baby 3 rows down of some sort, by the time I’m back at my London flat I already have something to share with you all. Well well, happy start to another term.

Faux-lamb fur Cardigan, Jeans – Gmarket, Jersey Cardigan – Zara, Boots – Loeffler Randall from TwentyThirtyForty.net, Leather Harness – All Saints, Crop Vintage Top – Samantha’s Blogshop, Necklace – H&M

The sky is so hormonal lately I feel like throwing it a big fat painkiller so it stops being so pissy and sunny within the course of a few hours. The other day I misjudged its temper and went out wearing nothing but a blouse and that fake lamb fur thing and caught myself a tickly cough cold, the thing that only creeps out in the most inconvenient of times like in church or in a packed train. I’m sure that if it weren’t for bird flu, swine flu, caterpillar flu, refrigerator flu I would’ve received a gentle pat on the back from a middle class gentleman while being offered baby backup water from mothers. Well hot dang no, there I was in the train, suppressing the cough so much my shoulders were heaving as if I was laughing, then to finally burst into a choke/puke cough so loud and startling that the dozing man in the corner jerked awake and ran out thinking it was his stop…

Nonsense, Mr Lamp is NOT for sale, he is merely supervising the stall while I get a burrito.

The rest of the 6 pairs of shoes are, though. While I was moving into my new apartment I realised how many shoes I adopted just to make them orphans in my own closet. So here they all are, looking at you with droopy eyes, how could you resist!?