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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!

Sweater – Vintage, Shirt – Zara, Dress – Vagabond Van, Shoes – Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony, Socks – Happy Socks (via Tobi), Bag – JHYoo, Necklace – Jennifer Loiselle, Watch – ASOS

Ever since I started going steady with my bicycle (relationship status: level 2, bickering has commenced, usually on the topic of why I manage to drive her into every pothole available on the street) (Purposefully darling, I like it rough) my flats: heels ratio produces a pacman piechart. These past few weeks I’ve been hearing new lines from people: 1) were you always this short? and 2) COME OON POKEMON. The latter mostly by my significant other, blowing past me on his own megafast singlespeed ride and yelling YOU ARE SUCH A SLOWPOKE. Hence the new nickname. Anyway, these Opening Ceremony boots put me back in that familiar airspace, +5inch AMSL, one where you can sniff the nearest bakery before the rest of the herd can. They also seem to put me on the ring of fire, with every step wobbling like 8.2 on the richter scale. WHAT IS UP WITH THESE GEOGRAPHY ANALOGIES. (Also notice how I go a little schizo with the brackets)

Thank you Kit for the outfit snaps!