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.
Cardigan – Zara, Crop-tee – American Apparel, Skirt – Hurwendeki, Boots – Office, Sunglasses – Urban Outfitters

Who needs goodiebags and blogger gifts when a few balloons can win the heart? Oh Miele, consider me a lifelong client.

Sorry for stealing your balloons from the showroom btw.

Jacket – Vintage Burberry, Dress & Shoes – Zara, Socks – Topshop, Braided ‘scarf’ – CADO Accessories, Lace scarf – Next, Bag – MarzArt; Thank you Kit for snapping the photos for me!

This is the bag that made my butch(?), German, motorcycle-riding, head tutor for my course go ever so slightly gay by pointing out that he spotted me in Chinatown the other day with it and that he thought the bag was awesome and would I like to go paint my nails with him. Is that a window of opportunity for a bribe swinging open kicking pigeons off that ledge, or is it just me? But in case he happens to stop by, I KID! (Hello Max! 85% or above please)

I’m in love with the bag. My Polish boyfriend loves that I love something Polish and I find that slightly unnerving. Do I really come across as someone who does not appreciate the country I grew up in? Although, looking back on how fast I got into that airplane that departed for London after highschool graduation, I’d guess so. Well let this post be a sort of redemption from all that, because you see, the grey necklace thing is also from Poland! (Thank you CADO Accessories for the generous gift!) If that doesn’t do it, I dunno what will.

Dress – Zara, Boots – Venezia, Leggings – MNG, Sweater – Gmarket, Poncho – Urban Outfitters, Fingerless Gloves – ALDO

I was browsing through the stack of bloggable files just now and found these photos I’d done with Susan IN FEBRUARY. Why am I posting these in May, and not waiting a few months until the season becomes more relevant? I thought it was rather ironic – these photos were done after a deadly all-nighter for yet another deadline (Feb 8), and can you see, the exhaustion and fatigue is so tattooed in the entire mood and I thought SO accurately represented what I felt yesterday after that final hand-in. To think that was my last ever hand-in as a BA student. I won’t miss it much, to be frank.

Please consider this winter post a parting gift to the wretched cold season I would not like to see again until November at the earliest.

Jacket – Vintage Burberry, Shirt – Uniqlo Menswear; Vest, Pants & Bag – Gmarket, Boots – ZARA, Bracelet (silver)- COS

Let me explain my favourite pose where I look into the distance: I am indeed looking for the silhouette of a long lost lover to come back from war. Anyone know the whereabouts of a certain private Ryan? His mother calls everyday.

I have a phobia for looking straight in the camera I suppose. I’m always tired and drained in some manner or another so my dark circles get big enough for its own zipcode. Well call it whatever you like, the blogger stereotypical ‘gaze over horizon’ pose, or that pretentious little b…eetlejuice pose – it’s all self preservation, both yours and mine.

Thank you Macku for taking photos!

Sweater – Mum’s Geiger, Pants – Zara, Shoes – Kate Kanzier, Bag – Vintage DIYed, Scarf – Highland store, Shirt – Make Lemonade Shop

And who’d have thought that the bush I stuck my head in was full of spiders?

Well, as part of mandatory health & safety precautions – bit like how the bodyguard tastes the wine for poison – my photographer (aka le sweet-sweet manfriend with a disposable camera) stuck his head in the bush first. He told me later that he got home and pulled out spiders from his hair, despite the one we shook off after doing the photos. Whose genius idea was it? I don’t know, don’t look at me.