The Printemps, putting the ‘cha-cha’ in ‘enchanting’

Karl, fashionably late (to my tummy’s demise)

Cocktails at Laudree Salon de Thé

Cable-knit Sweater – Gladys & Pixie, Ribboned Dress – Alexander Wang (both loan from START London thanks to Farfetch), Shoes – Pierre Hardy for Gap, Clutch – c/o Chanel

If you ever find yourself in Paris this coming holiday season, particularly near the Printemps, and happen to spot a rather large foundation smear on one of their windows…that’s me. The next window should have Carrie‘s smear, with a bit of her signature red lipstick smudged in, of course. Chanel is taking over the world, one window display – one mini Karl doll at a time. It’s pretty obvious by now that it doesn’t take much to coax me to go to Paris; in fact, isn’t ‘coax’ too strong a word, a whisper of allons-y would do. So I made my way down to Paris, barely having read the invitation from the Printemps, just the few words: Chanel, Paris, Laduree… who knew Karl was in the small-print? I’d say silver lining but 1) the trip was magical, and 2) I shan’t make jokes about his hair. Nah, I might enjoy the diva facade and not read invitations but when I got to the bit about cocktails with Karl, I kind of blanked out, then called Farfetch to see if I could borrow an appropriate outfit from one of their boutique partners.  That cocktail didn’t happen, but Carrie and I had a ball anyway, pressing our faces against the glass hoping maybe we could pull a Harry Potter zoo trick and end up inside the window.

Thank you Ykone & Printemps for having us!

Dress by Amanda Wakeley; shoes from McQueen

After 6 years of being together since highschool, the Significant Other and I tied the knot on the 24th of September in an orangery in Warsaw with a small group of close family and friends. Mrs Significant Other… I’m still having difficulty getting my head around that new title, and really should stop introducing my new-husband as my boyfriend. Months before the wedding we both took a day-trip up to Bicester Village and dug at the rails in quest of eachother’s garms, and we stumbled upon a beautiful white Amanda Wakeley dress that had a 90% knock-down, and a Boss suit for him and that was that. We loved that we were making it our own wedding, no frills – literally! Finding a photographer proved most challenging though – after cringing sessions of Googling ‘Wedding Photographers’, we thought we’d have to install CCTV at the venue and just live with that, but it luck led us to SnapStudio and we got four amazing shooters who were light on their feet and caught some heavy action. Looking back, I wouldn’t have done a single thing different, it was a perfect day and I’m so happy to be able to share it with you.

Photos & editing by Piotr & Gabriel (wedding) + Marcin & Natalia (Photo sessions), with some shots from my device.

Sweater – Topshop (shrunk in the wash :(), Belt – Vintage, Shoes – c/o Zalando, Socks – c/o Tabio, skirt – c/o Storets, Bag – c/o YesStyle

You know me, exaggerating everything like it’s nobody’s business… this is indeed how I lost ’10kg’s, sorry to disappoint. But hey, the very notion that you’d

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think I have enough willpower and self-discipline to lose 10kg is very flattering, thank you. I did lose 2kg the past month but that was purely accidental, kind of like how people lose their kid in a supermarket… you get it back no matter how fast you hide. Anyway back to the hair – what was initially hoped to be ‘shock and awe’ turned out to be more of a ‘dude, where’s my hair‘ fluster. Lothar of Sassoon (Covent Garden Salon) played his wizard tricks, as he – naturally – does magic with hair, and next thing I knew my Samson locks were on the floor next to his neon orange kicks. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it really is a beautiful cut, except I have no clue how to flaunt it because I’ve had utra-long hair for forever (and the fact that I don’t own a blowdryer might also be a contribution…). I’ve also been catching myself in the mirror and realise I look exceptionally ‘Korean’, or ‘Asian’, but that conversation with the reflection usually ends with ‘dude shut up, you are Korean’ and I end up smearing toothpaste at the mirror, crying.

Thank you Lothar millions for the haircut, and Kit for the shots!
(Also here’s the number for the salon if anyone’s interested in some wizardry – +44 020 7240 6635)

Favourites at the WOK store

Getting Ready for ‘Touch of Red’ Campari party

Jacket – Horace, Tee – Alexander Wang (2 years ago in a crazy sale!), Trousers – MM6, Shoes – Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony, Clutch – JHYoo, Necklaces – Arielle de Pinto & KD2024, Bracelet – COS

For an inherent night owl I do have a painfully day wardrobe… Guess I’m the kind of owl that rearranges all the rats and bunnies by size and colour in my little hole in the willow tree, and writes a blog, instead of going out to dance with the bats. I guess it’s also not really surprising that I packed a Uniqlo men’s plaid shirt to wear as a skirt for the Campari party in Milan – that’s the extent of my creativity, second to wearing the right shoe on the left foot and vice versa. So arty farty… ridiculous, right?

So I got some help from WOK boutique in Milan, introduced to me by Farfetch, for a look a little more presentable. It’s not the usual frock-the-size-of-a-handkerchief look but if you look closer the OC boots do tease with ‘stripper-boots’ platforms so I guess that made it all appropriate for the evening. One thing I didn’t realise, is that Farfetch is not really one huge e-retailer like I thought all along, but actually a hotpot of quirky small backstreet boutiques all around the world… talk about accessibility!

Laptop case – Lost Property of London, Black Dress – Nikicio, Cardigan – Topshop, Leather Jacket – Alpine Stars by Denise Focil; Sweater – H&M, Jeans – Levi’s, Bag – Coach, Shoes – Topshop, Sunnies – Jeepers Peepers

As a rare drinker the closest I’ve had to the Campari red is probably a squirt of a strawberry-fragrance dishwash liquid that landed on my lip while trying to drown a mosquito on the windowsill. Milla Jovovich was the obvious bait for me on this quick trip to Milan, as I joined Campari celebrate their Campari 2012 Calendar named It’s the End of the World, Baby after the popular belief that the world will end on the 21st of December 2012. Now, my personal opinion on that date is that it’s a load of rabbitpoop – you may quote me on the 22nd December – but if that gets Milla into 13 haute-couture dresses and throw a party then I’ll keep quiet for now. And how can I ever say no to Milan… I accidentally discovered marocchino (a miniature cappuccino with a cube of chocolate dunk for the sweetest last swig) and that was simply the best cure-in-a-cup for my travel exhaustion.

Thank you Campari for having me over, and Katy for the shots of moi!