I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

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!

All photos from Angels, the Costumiers | (First photo a view of facility, not of sale)

The Angels have decided that 25,000 pieces of clothing and accessories was getting a bit too much for playing the harps on big white clouds so they’ve decided (again) to have a garage sale for us mortals. I’d first read about the Vintage sale in December 2008 when Susie showed off her grabs, and since then I’ve been curious about how, when again and WHY NOT ME. Well, this Saturday 6th of February me will definitely happen, and here’s a shoutout for you too.

The Angels Retro sale will be buy-the-bag, where a medium (quite a generous size, I hear) sized bag will cost £20 and a large £50, with an entrance fee of £5. This means you can stuff a military overcoat and a handful of 1950 blouses and walk out having lost just one pink paper with the Queen’s face (obviously depending on stuffing talent), what vintage store in London can offer that? They’re informing that the sale will feature pieces from the 1950s to the 1990s, including an extra room with high-quality military and civilian uniforms. Now imagine how a military geek like myself might’ve reacted to that last bit.

For those not familiar with Angels, they are the hands behind the pastel corsets of Marie Antoinette (2006), the threads of the silk kimonos for The Memoirs of A Geisha (2005) and so many many more. Read more on their history and details of the sale here.

So, see you near the helmets?

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Faux fur gilet, Trench coat – Uniqlo, Dress+Jacket combo – Vintage, Tights – DIY on H&M tights, Shoes – Irregular Choice, Bag – Vintage through Etsy
Thank you Elface for photos!

The other day I had to wait 2 hours in the bitter cold for my darling boyfriend, ok fine it was of my own choosing but don’t we blame the boyfriend for everything. So I wandered from school onto Oxford street and then into Carnaby street – seeing that I was on a shopping ban I don’t know why I chose to take the shopping route when I could’ve let it all swish by above my head by getting into the tube… but I had 2 hours to burn, you see. I was actually looking for the Borders on Oxford Street to get a book to read, but found disappointingly in its place, Next Men’s Women’s & Children’s Fashion, which if I remember correctly has another branch just 150m down the road. So I proceeded into Carnaby street in search for a bookstore or anything really that doesn’t involve useless shopping, and had to come to a conclusion that Oxford Street & Carnaby Street is by far the most brainless areas ever.

Then it was starting to get colder (why am I rambling?) so I decided to ditch the books and picked a warm looking shop (I can’t explain what a warm-looking-shop is but they generally have sofas… and shoes…) and arbitrarily walked into a particularly colourful store. Now, no offence, but I personally do not like the brand image of Irregular Choice, and most of the times their shoes seem like they’re on crack but at that moment it ticked the sofa + shoes = warmth boxes, so heck yeahhh. There I met these pair, these ACNE Atacoma-esque, even Balenciaga-esque (just to offend someone) wedges but a FUN version. What can I say, my irregular choice of store in my pursuit of warmth got me to my new favourite shoes.

(What, what shopping ban?)

p.s sorry for the über-ramblage.

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Top to bottom, left to right: ZARA over-the-knee suede boots, Vintage Military boots, Vintage Studded, Emma Cook for Topshop Zebra, Velvet Angels Wedges, ASOS suede shoe-boots, ZARA Suede wedges, Ashish for Topshop ankle wedges, Loeffler Randall knit mix boots, Office Military boots, Scorah Patullo ankleboots, Office oxfords, Chloé wedges, Doc Martens Pascal boots

Stocking up on niggles of colour for winter. I figured that it’s enough to be born with an extra organ for cynicism (under the thyroid glands to be precise), it shouldn’t be further applauded by wearing dark colours during the cold seasons – the sun’s short as it is, like the other day it was gone-o by the time I came down for lunch, very confusing… my body clock is now completely scrambled with a side of bacon and toast.

Well I must say that colour is incredibly vitalizing and mood-uplifting, not to sound like a nutrition capsule bottle, but right now the two yellow shoes are entrancing me in a way that keeps me up (and happy) at 5am. Now I understand why, come winter, we find increased fat deposits on our bodies – it was all to make space for some much needed energizers. Check your thighs, it should have a small hatch somewhere to fit two AA’s. Well either that or yellow shoes, I think.


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Jacket – Black Luna Vintage, Sheer Top & Asymmetric dress as top – Topshop, Skirt – Vintage, Shoes – Emma Cook for Topshop, Bag – Vintage DIY Studded, Ring – Spitafields Market | Thank you Ellen for taking photos <3

I just wrote a paragraph about being in an intimate relationship with my phone and then realized that it was starting to resemble my dissertation about panoptics, global connection and disappearance of space (see you’re already drifting) and decided to delete the whole thing and instead write zebra stories (clear relevance to the outfit, as you can see). Actually it’s 5am so I’ll skip on the zebra story but I’ll tell you that sadly it does not have a happy ending. I know that no one likes un-happy endings, so there, I’ve done the world a favour by heading off to bed, goodnight.