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.

If you’re in Paris make sure to visit the Chloe.Attitudes exhibition, curated by Judith Clark, at Palais de Tokyo before it closes on the 18th of November!

It’s no secret that I have a huge crush on Chloé, (hey, way to spice things up for the few non-fashiony folks – come back after midnight and I’ll share all the juicy girl-on-girl details) so I was massively chuffed to find out that I was one of the 26 bloggers picked for Chloé Alphabet, the digital arm of the 60-year anniversary celebration. Sixty years! That alone is worth applauding – I should know, I’ve been me for 25 years. If you’re anything like me and must sing the alphabet-song to find out what comes after F, then you too will find this amusing – every Chloé collection is named in alphabetical order, with every piece in it given a name beginning with the hero letter. (So basically impossible to determine seasons by order, unless you’re counting while singing. See? Impossible.) It was the founder, Gaby Aghion’s idea to give life to each design, and therefore collectively forming a mosaic of the brand’s iconic moments, inspirations and heritage. You see, Chloé was my Day One of Fashion (or shall we say, ABCs) – before I learnt Lagerfeld wasn’t a beer company, before I wore socks with sandals, and long before bloggers sat front row at fashion weeks – In 2007, I was fresh out from the nest but I hadn’t yet graduated from getting pleasure from twirling in my flowy ballerina skirts, at least not in spirit, which is how I fell for the world of Chloé. She was the girl next door, the window opposite mine that had the sheer pink curtains that floated in the wind, I wanted to be her. F is for Fluidity, for free-flowing long hair and billowing silk dresses.

OH. I’m still waiting for the triple-strap pumps from umpteen seasons ago to resurface. Although, if I did ever lay my hands on them they will share the sad fate of my books and just sit pretty on the wall.