Coat – Brics x Anywho. (Black silk coat – CK) Poloneck – Gap. Trousers – ASOS. Shoes – Nike Freerun. Bag – Kurt Geiger. Necklace – H&M x MMM.

Our family stopped decorating for the holidays ever since that one year we had our tree, fairy lights lit and all, up until about May – I joke not. The tree was one of those huge firry fake ones where the arms fold down and comes in a huge box, which we kept in the attic. January hit, and once it was a decent time for the tree to retire, my brother and I were instructed to unload the baubles and fold the tree away, but of course neither of us had grown a pair to brave the cold, dark attic. You must remember, we’re Korean, so our ghosts aren’t those adorable blobs with a sheet over its head that go ‘wooo‘, ours is a skinny byotch with jet-black hair over her face and looks like she’s been trapped in a well for a decade (oh yeah, so no fingernails). So you get it, why the tree came to live with us until summer, and since that tear we never bothered to decorate. In fact I wonder what happened to that tree… probably became a salad once the girl in the attic realized no one was coming up there for her to gorge on. So I love seeing all the holiday decorations up in London, what a feat! and to the brave, diligent folks who will have to take it all down in a few weeks… I salute you.

Lucky Chip, Sebright Arms pub, London

Jen, Charlie and Kit – burger buddies

Lucky Chip at the Sebright Arms, 31-35 Coate Street, E2 9AG; Slider Bar, 8 Broadwick Street, Soho, W1F 8HN

I am insane. I really don’t know where I’m getting this sudden burst of posting energy, but I’m quite certain it’s not the brick of chocolate I just ate. Or the extra few reindeers from our advent calendar. (Bought about a week into December so we can eat seven days in one go. See? Strategy.) The fact is, a few hours ago I returned dog-tired from six back-to-back foodie shoots, and instead of hugging the floor and letting dustmites crawl in my mouth for dinner, decided it was a good idea to fish out some burger pictures to show you. Lucky Chip (also can be found as Slider Bar in Soho) do the, I kid-you-not, best burgers in town, and this is coming from…me. I don’t see a more credible source; if you are what you eat, would I not be a bacon cheeseburger? or Pho? And when I say ‘best’, it’s not the type of ‘best’ fashion bloggers throw around casually, where every single new bag is the BEST. The meat-condiment ratio on these burgers is so optimal, even those with stomachs the size of a fist (Kit) have no troubles finishing them, plus a few hand-cut chilli fries on top. Ironically – those following my rants on Twitter will know – a few days ago I declared I was giving up on wheat, eggs and dairy as a part of an elimination diet to get to the bottom of my eczema. I wept as I put this post together. All because I love you… and also because I crave for burgers, scrambled eggs, and latté’s but now all I can do is sob really loudly until our neighbours call the police and then my husband gets arrested.

Trench – Uniqlo (from 2008), Cashmere sweater – The White Company. Black jeans – James Jeans. Sneakers – Michael Kors, Scarf – Gap, Bag – DVF via Monnier Freres. Black shearling gilet – Muubaa (sleeves zipped off). Thank you Kit for helping me out with the shots!

Woah, another post! There’s no tomorrow, haven’t you heard, so I’m doing it all with full gusto. When the world will implode on the 21st swallowing all but cockroaches, eventually a nova-species will rise from the muck – mutants with Ethernet cable-tails – and before you know it, it will be heatedly debated among the three-headed scholars how this poor lass they call ‘blogger’ suffered from Compulsive Posting Disorder, and exactly what kind of computation error occurred for her to wear an evening bag during the day. Kids will be quizzed on it, some will fail, and some will go to university.

Said lass will also have four chocolates left in her advent calendar if the world does decide to end on the 21st, which is probably not true anyway seeing as how her husband was spotted popping thumbnail-sized milk chocolates behind the sofa.

Boucheron Quatre, an eternal classic

Black coat – CK. Ice-blue coat – Brics x Anywho. Leather halter-top by Topshop (found in Vintage store). Skirt – YesStyle. Shoes – Primark (over a year ago). Rings – Boucheron Quatre. Belt – LV via Vestiaire Collective.

Maybe it’s that time of my life, a particularly melodramatic chapter with lots of ellipses between sentences and one too many rhetorical questions, but lately I’ve been sensing a definite shift in taste. Taste in clothes, food, books what have you, although I wouldn’t necessarily label this the point where I grow up, seeing how I’ve once again spent an entire weekend playing Sims 3 and setting fire to my own house. One day I looked at my wardrobe and couldn’t help but frown at the abundance of flamboyant, low-quality pieces, including lots of the DIY projects that were done on a whim – ‘masterpieces’ that weren’t even washable. Then I had a look in our fridge and found that it was full of processed foods. But I popped that pizza in the microwave anyway, I guess I’d eat a rabid squirrel in any chapter of life, grown up or not. My point is, lately I’ve been leaning more towards finding the ‘eternal classics’ in design, the trenchcoats, black stilettos, white duvet-covers and wooden toys, you know the deal. Not that I can afford a Chanel 2.55, but surprisingly this attitude has been helping me to take a step back from the gurgling wave of trends and even spend a little less. So when Boucheron asked me to interpret the collection Quatre with a theme of Eternity I thought it was only befitting to the recent ‘coming of age’, and Kit & I shot these at the most perfect location – the circular Diana Memorial Fountain, around a section where the water texture resembled the row of diamonds and cobblestones characteristic of the Quatre collection.

Also, do pop by the Boucheron store on Bond Street (the guards have a remote for the door so don’t let the un-budging doors intimidate you like they did for me) and discover the store with your Instagram with the tag #BoucheronQuatre –  apparently they’ll be publishing some favourite snaps on their Facebook!

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Daytime tote’n: 3.1 Phillip Lim Pashli satchel via Monnier Freres

Front/rear lights for my bicycle that I never realized I had – I swear this bag belonged to Mary Poppins

Cutler & Gross sunnies, window reflection sadly does not come with.

LC-A+ camera because I’m too cool for school, or too poor for the Canon EOS M.

3.1 Phillip Lim Pashli satchel in pine green, AKA our Christmas tree this year.

Urbanears in ‘do-not-disturb’ tomato-red, and best noise cancelling headphones.

Spare battery and memory card for the beast that bears the name of Canon + business cards for this enterprise.

Samsung Galaxy SIII – another one of my horcruxes.

House keys and oyster card, if I’m clumsy enough to lose this I should be put into jail.

Fashionary planner 2013 (also featured in first image) and assortment of pens + portable watercolour kit

Wallet from Chloé, red for ‘warning’ or ‘danger’, or would yellow wallet be a better reminder that I don’t have unlimited funds?

Tapestry pouch, stolen from mummy who had it since we lived in Austria in the late 80’s.

Leather gloves from ASOS with slits, for knuckle dusters, naturally.

Not pictured, but the main culprit for carpal tunnel and all known diseases, Canon 5D Mark II + lens

… and a compressed version of that for the evening: DVF Carolina lip bag via Monnier Freres

Stella McCartney Falabella zip pouch as a thin wallet alternative.

YSL travel compact, bought at the airport under pressure of ‘duty free’

DVF Carolina lip bag, bumping strangers in the tube with the lips and being awkwardly intimate.

YSL Touche Eclat for lightening touchups, perfect for under-eye baggage.

Samsung Galaxy SIII – another one of my horcrux.

Chanel ‘Laser’ lipgloss for the impromptu jedi battle, naturally.

Balenciaga Eau de Parfum purse spray (mini vial), also can be pepperspray, depending on situation.