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.

Blue coat – Anywho x Brics, Cream coat – Mum’s, Boots – Sam Edelman, Clutch – C/O Kurt Geiger, Watch – Casio, Bracelets – C/O Boticca, Dress- ASOS Salon

Oh how I love Christmas! Mariah (and lately Justin Bieber, the horror) constantly wanting only me from speakers of the randomest of places (butcher’s down the road, WHY); the smart-ass, seemingly-omniscient gift guides of the interwebs; twelve days of Christmas and one very bankrupt and exhausted true love; the visible struggle for the shops to make a watered down version of the season’s products (i.e very well-dressed snowmen decorations and elaborate snowflakes) that hopefully appeal to those that don’t necessarily, by religion or whatnot, celebrate the day but would still like to participate in the buzz…. But most of all, the ‘christ’-lessness of ‘Christ’mas, and a whole month of cringing at the fact that it’s less and less that and more and more ‘x’ of Xmas, probably x = the unknown? To be very frank, I always find myself distressed by the noise around Christmas – this of course will serve as the primary reason to the fact that my children will be the scoundrels who will break the Santa secret to all his classmates on the eve, making the night truly sleepless but for entirely different reasons. And I will die of chronic cynicism, on Christmas day, surely.

Babbling aside, this year I was most drawn to Malachi chapter 4, the final book and chapter of the Old Testament which dates 300 years before the birth of Christ, but in all its might leaves a big arrow towards the coming of Jesus. (Yes Christmas is defacto a pagan tradition and Jesus was really born closer to March but if we’re plastering babies & mangers over our cards and we’ve allocated ONE time during the year to remember His birth then might as well do it properly)

(Sorry about the smokes)

Beautiful girls, Ingrid & Elise of Anywho.dk!

Susie of Stylebubble

The sun came out on day 2 and all the birds spilled out onto the courtyard to dry their feathers…

I may have set the wrong tone for my entire Fashion Week experience in the last outfit post, I’m sorry about that. It was in fact marvelous to meet those in the fashion industry who, contrary to popular belief, were absolutely sweet and polite. Although of course, I may have not spoken with those with necks (literally) on the catwalks or crabby editors robbed of their precious Danish pastries by us bloggers. I am oh so sorry, were you going to eat that? and this too? That said, I have not had a single free cup of tap water, let alone a Danish pastry with my press accreditation. I did get a free a floor map, why thank you you’re so generous?

Best part was bumping into so many bloggers I adore – namely the lovely lovely Danish girls, Elise & Ingrid of Anywho, Audrey from Be Frassy, Frances from Happy Because, the Facehunter (who’s dubbed me simply as ‘the Korean’, can’t blame him since I called him ‘Igor’ by mistake), the Garance & Scott Schuman lovebirds, and of course Susie. Of course, I had to hug Susie although I’m not even a hugger, and during our conversation (nervous st..st…stutters on my side) Elle Japan had to take her away for a shoot. Well hot steamin’ dang.