LFW Day 3; 20/02/2011;

Best thing about Topshop, apart from that amayonaising lemon-ginger ice tea before the show, is that you’ll know where to find the IKEA scarf hanger dress if you really wanted it. The 101 Dalmatians was the theme with Cruella deVille’s cackling opening the show – already a win in my book. Although not so crazy for the collection overall, the fact that they’ve moved on from boho I’d give it another win.

Cardigan Jacket – Mum’s old Geiger, Shirt – Courtesy of Motel Rocks, Bag & Skirt – Vintage, Shoes – Topshop, Bodypiece – Brook & Lyn

Thank you Kit for the shots!!

I can hear outfit repeat! in the crowd, who was that, come up to the stage let me do a song for you. Indeed you’ve seen something similar before, (this one?) what with the same socks that I didn’t wash since then and all… but World, the supreme purpose of the style section of this blog has just been revealed. The reason, for the dogged efforts at having outfit posts, is to serve relief during preparation of an important event where I’ve not mustered enough courage to step out of the hot water into the cold air in the shower and ended up spending half the getting-ready time under water… without an outfit planned. The archive is plentiful, and plagiarising your own stuff is probably as legal as this.

LFW Day 1; 18/02/2011;

Won’t be rambling much – feet feel like they’ve had botox injections and my eyelids have officially surrendered to gravity. For minicaptions hover over the photos, if I had the energy to do WordPress typesetting for captions then I’d have used that

energy to fix my wrong-way-on pyjamas. Front, back, whatever. I’m only going to bed with it.

MOVING ON. What better topic is there but a swig of voyeurism to diffuse the the aftertaste of woe from previous posts? Here’s a handful and a half of junk I carry around in my bag, numbered for convenience’s sake because I don’t possibly know enough directional expression – living in Poland and not speaking the language fluently has taught me that pointing is the best way of communicating.

Samsung Wave II – On a test ride for a fun project (Courtesy of Spreading Jam) but already 70% sold on the Korean typing capabilities.

LC-A+ camera, usually takes about 4 days to realise that I’ve been shooting sans film.

Moleskine 18-month scheduler The one and only platform I practice handwriting. After years of keyboard bashing the handwriting now resembles one of a second grader.

Balenciaga Purse Spray – Only a recent addition to the sack family, wearing still leaves me wondering where I possibly might have rubbed up so intimately against another woman to smell like a stranger…

Lipcoats – Lipbalm by Yes to Carrots, Lily Beige by Chanel, Gloss by Topshop

Extra battery pack for the Canon beast when the mojo level is low.

Coin pouch, gift from my mother. The mouth opens up like a water sack, sometimes I pretend I drink my coins.

Vidi Vici compact foundation

London Transport for London Oyster card and other loyalty cards to places I’m not loyal to…

Envelope wallet by MMM(bought in Yoox), hands down best wallet I’ve ever owned, in fact, so great the money refuses to stay in it…

Cards for Park & Cube. The one with boobie drawings on the back that I stick on your car windshield.

What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell – my own portable Do Not Disturb: Sleeping sign in public transport.

Leather satchel bought in a market stall in Vilnius, Lithuania. Starting to show evidence of cellulite but she is my only love. At least during weekdays.

White sheer blouse – Courtesy of AA, Leather skirt – Vintage, Knit coat – Topshop Unique, Shoes – Topshop, Bag & Belt – Courtesy of JHYoo

Just around the corner from Sloane Street where MCM Rain event took place, wee

Just a quick note, not mainly because it’s that time of month and general coherency for a grammatically sound paragraph is held hostage by dominatrix hormones, I’m off to Warsaw again on the 1st of February. I don’t mean to shift clouds around and cause polarbears to play Twister on broken icecaps, (ok that’s just a really sad image, sorry) but this time is the visa trip. If nature could so kindly provide me with a UK visa tree, I would cut down on my carbon footprint considerably… hello, any unloved frogs want to evolve into a tree? Although, it won’t be long till the UK government decides to chop them down to fuel the blowdryers they used to melt the snow at Heathrow airport a month ago.

Thank you Kit for the shots!