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.

Jacket – Paul & Joe, Trousers & Clutch – ASOS, Bag – On loan from Mulberry, Shoes – Zara, Shirt – Gmarket

Being a blogger at LFW this season:

1. A girl attending to the ‘blogger queue’ types in Park & Q dot com and tells me in the most matter-of-fact tone that my blog doesn’t exist. After a flurry of failed ‘cube’ jokes the blog finally loads on the laptop and she scrubs her touchpad down the first page, skimming through posts that took 5 hours to put together. Then she nods, says ‘Yeah… I like it‘ and asks for my statistics. I get a Blogger Pass.

2. The security man at the BFC tent thumbs my pass and frowns. ‘Yes, you may run in and get a few,’ he says, ‘but the Vitamin Water bottles aren’t just for anybody, you know’. Later I present my ticket for a show, sponsored by Vitamin Water – he waves me in nonchalantly.

3. My ticket request is denied, the PR doesn’t seem to remember telling me how much they liked my 6-hour-design post of their previous season catwalk. I then receive a mass mail with a standing e-ticket the day before the show.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to experience wonderful design so up-close, and be a part of the ‘magical’ scene, but if this is the kind of attitude I should be expecting every season I’d rather be home sharing an amazing cafe I found the other day or five ways to wear the pair of heels that I otherwise would’ve shredded my foot in doing strangers favours of free publicity.

Thank you Kit for helping with the photos. (Here’s a video by Style it Light TV with the outfit!)

Topshop Unique show, London Fashion Week at the Old Waterloo Terminal 18/09/11

The other day, Craig mentioned that it’d be amazing to be invisible as a streetstyle photographer, of course at which point I looked around because I could swear there’s no one there… He’s pretty good at it though, well, except when he wears the brightest yellow rain poncho – that’s how he gets shots of models running, away from him le obviously. I digress. These shots at Topshop Unique may seem that I either was 1) squatting straight bang in the centre of the catwalk, or 2) was invisible. Fact is, Topshop came up with the most unique seating arrangement for bloggers – 3 rows of seats flanking the narrow entrance of the catwalk – we were basically on the catwalk. (Check here) It’s genius though, and so generous, because so far I’ve been seeing nothing but backwardsness when it comes to blogger-treatment this Fashion Week, including an embarassing 30-minutes of queuing at a special bloggers’ line at Somerset Houes waiting for some stranger to pull up my blog on her screen and judge it simply by its looks before determining worthy of accreditation. Topshop seems to get it when it comes to bloggers – arranging essentially two photographer’s pits at each end of the catwalk and letting the rest enjoy the show without worrying about being punched by a telephoto lens. Unique SS12 was all about Cleopatra in urban London, stippled with gold accents, lots of activewear fabric yet carrying the smouldering Egyptian goddess theme throughout. I personally adored it, looking forward to fun pattern/texture layering come SS12!

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!

Milan September 7-9th, courtesy of Pennyblack; Sleeveless trenchcoat on first image from YesStyle

The only Italian I ever picked up was from La vita è bella on repeat mode back when I was 15 and had my head in the clouds (is that why you call kids wet-behind-the-ears), words including Principessa and Buongiorno… well that’s about it really. A few years back I’d been in Rome with my mother and picked up the few key words that helps you get around, but for the life of me couldn’t remember what Thank You was when I landed in Milan a few days ago to join Pennyblack for Vogue Fashion Night Out. So I muttered something along the lines of ‘Grassy Ass’ and got off the cab, then realised that it’s actually 1) Spanish 2) slightly insulting 3) terribly dumb… Ah anyway. It’s the eve of LFW, but here’s a bit of Milan for you.

Speaking of LFW, I’ll be contributing to Full Frontal Fashion again and Glamour.com (Style Tribe), so do stick around.

Thank you Pennyblack for having me over!

2.55 Room

The Nursery Room

Haute Couture Room

Room 54, or The Tweed Room

Camellia Room (Catwalk set from AW11)

Room 7L

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.