Sweater- H&M, Skirt – Topshop, Jeans – Courtesy of Raw Denim Bar, Shoes – Chloe Sevigney x Opening Ceremony, Bag – on loan from Mulberry, Silver Clutch – ASOS, Planner – Filofax

World, meet my I will never wear these bastards again shoes. They were determined as shelf ornament since the last time it stumpified my poor feet, banished to live a life among the books…. but I guess this is how women go on to have their second child, all memory of pain wiped clean. Did I just compare invaluable childbirth to walking on hooves? Perhaps, but the pain surely induces a similar kind of reaction of wanting to squat in a corner and wail like a pirate with seasickness, yarr?

Thank you Daniel of Bloglovin’ for helping with the photos!

Chanel at Harrods; One month take-over from 5th September; Pics of me taken by Susie, thanks!

I know I’m a step late on this one – while the others swiftly fled down 3 flights of escalators, found the exit and took a jet home to post about this after the preview, I took a wrong turn and ended up joining a crowd of Asians ohh-ahhing at a Hummingbird bakery cupcake being packed. Coincidentally Harrod’s is going through some major ‘Visit Korea’ promotion, so the waft of Korean BBQ smell in the food section kept me chained there for an extra hour. So think of this as a snooze, second, third or fiftieth reminder to visit Chanelified Harrod’s if you’re in London this month. Take a hike around the building and see 23 windows in a magical forest theme from the AW collection, lose a few coins (Sonic hedgehog style) at the temporary boutique on the ground floor, and then find yourself inside a Chanel 2.55 bag at the Une Promenade installation on the third floor. The pop-up exhibition is especially lovely, and you can’t help but expect a parade of Chanel no.5 bottles, Coco bearbricks and huge Karl Lagerfeld heads passing through the rooms singing & dancing while the kids shove icecream in every hole but their mouths.

Andel’s Lodz Hotel

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– Obakki (Robinson Pfeffer), Red Dress – AA (via Blogger Yard Sale), Sweater – Vintage (Blogger Yard Sale), Boots – H&M, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Belt – Zara, Sunglasses – UO

As much as they resemble teleportation rings, these oblong structures are merely creatures of architectural ingenuity – vertical air passageways in the knock-out hotel that is generously hosting us in Łódz. Although, it does seem like there was a fair amount of teleportation involved in getting Jen and Kit over to Poland; 2 months of long-distance skyping and all of a sudden we were sprawled on the floor in a train heading towards Łódz (prounounced Oodge) – the city of Polish Fashion Week. By 3pm we washed up at the doorsteps of Andel’s Hotel after a morning of relentless travel – both Kit and Jen having flown in in the morning; but it wasn’t necessarily the exhaustion that kept us drifting in the corridors instead of swimming straight out into the fashion week crowd. A former-textile mill factory, the space computes to about 7,900m² in lot size, complete with unexposed bricks, loft rooms and art installations adorning the corners of the halls. Do I even have to explain why it’s so appealing? Londoners go mental for conversion units, I used to live in an amazing Victorian school conversion in East London 2 years ago and spotted hopeful new tenants waiting in a U-Haul van whenever I left the house to dispose of garbage. NOT YET OKAY?

The primary reason we’re here is for the fashion week, but honestly speaking, once we’ve dipped our feet in the rooftop pool I don’t think we’ll care much for the outside world. Just saying.

Jacket – Zemełka Pirowska, Shirt – Courtesy of Uniqlo, Floral bag – Courtesy of Catherine Membre, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s Curve ID, Boots – H&M; Thank you Macku for the photos!

Someone once asked me, What would you wear on the day of the Apocalypse? to which I believe I replied…just t-shirt and jeans. Erhm, in light of this ‘outfit’, I’m just going to clarify that I do not know more than you know about the world coming to an end or not. I’m innocent, I promise!

I do think my stay in Warsaw is nearing its expiry date though, seeing that I’ve been shuffling the same corner of my wardrobe for the past few days – the same corner being the very pile of what I have on here – jeans, t-shirt and a tote bag. Actually, I feel sorry for the the beautiful liberty fabric and silk lining of the Vehla tote, it’s almost unfair to be walking alongside borderline pyjamawear. This is the second instalment of Uniqlooks for this month, but as far as real life goes, this is second degree laziness and, in essence, a giving-up of digging at all the wardrobes available in the house. My father purchased a large padlock and I’m meant to know why. They say leave the party when it’s still full but this seems to be the case of the party is over and you’re picking up and eating the fingerfood from the floor. Hopefully next time I’m in Warsaw for a stretch of 11 weeks, it will be of my own choosing.

With the lovely Harel and Joanna (Style Digger)

Areta’s Jill Sander-esque shopper bag from H&M

Dress – Bohoboco, Shoes – River Island, Zipper dress – H&M, Orange/Furry bag – ASOS; Matte Yellow nail polish by Inglot; Thank you Areta for the outfit shots!

I’d expected this visit home to be short and sweet, thick and firm, opaque and gooey…whatever, but today marked the third week since I arrived straight after fashion week. That opaque and gooeyness has now thinned out into texture of watery old lotion and I’m looking at

still another two weeks here. Worst thing about this is that both my parents have left to Korea and the whole sense of home is a sanctuary has been perverted into home is a SOLITARY CONFINEMENT. Although it’s not exactly that I don’t have anything to do, the fact that I’m here alone fending for myself is just very foreign. AND THE BOREDOM, wow. Yesterday I put together an outfit and ended up just checking the mailbox. So this MaxMara event that Joanna invited me along came at a good time, I had just started to greet my reflection.

I personally love MaxMara – not butt-kissing (whose lucky butt?) or anything but it’s been my mum’s favourite brand and at times like this when you pack for a week’s journey and end up staying a month, you really start appreciating your mum’s taste. After, a dinner with Harel, Joanna and A helped recharge my social bar, I think I can last another three weeks with this if I do enough ‘call neighbour’ and ‘chat online’… if not, I can always try going steady with the social bunny. I promise I haven’t been playing the Sims.

In love with midi dresses this season.