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Heels – All Saints

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Heels – All Saints. Coat – Club Monaco. Breton top – Uniqlo mens, stolen from hubby. Leather trousers – Hoss Intropia. Bag – Couronne. Scarf – Johnstons of Elgin. Straw basket – Chloé

Some people run marathons, I go to the flower market. By bus. I know I’ve featured it on this blog enough times to make it seem it’s a weekend ritual, but hey this is captain of Lazy club we’re talking about here – I get medals for doing the laundry. Marzipan medals if I hang them the same day. Sometimes the hubby smears BB-cream on my cheeks like battle-paint so I can get things done outside the house during the weekend, flower market included. On some days he accompanies me and we attach a rope between our bikes so he can pull me down the road. It really is just a quick cycle away, and whenever I do manage to make it down I ask myself why I don’t visit every weekend because I fall in love each time. The seasonal flowers and their cheerful sellers, the occasional puppy weaving between the happy crowd, the pastry reward at the end of the market… what’s not to love! Some pansies were starting to make an appearance, as well as some really stunning lilies. But since I’m still pretty much a n0oB when it comes to flower species, I brought home a bunch of hydrangeas and a fistful of eucalypti. Although, not sure what I can do with them really, maybe I’ll make soup of it.

Hope you had an exciting weekend, what did you get up to?

Oh, speaking of weekends, if you’re into taking pics of your feet on Instagramthis is one quick and easy competition you could take part in for a chance to travel to London with All Saints. I need someone to pull my bike to the market again, actually, if you want.

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Forte Village Resort, Sardinia; Part 1

Suit – Agnona (via Donne Concept Store at Forte Village)

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Suit – Agnona (via Donne Concept Store at Forte Village). Top – DAY Birger et Mikkelsen. Necklace – Noemi Klein. Sunglasses – Couronne.

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Floppy straw hatClaire’s. Straw bag – Chloe. Kaftan as dress – Tallulah & Hope

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Floppy straw hat – Claire’s. Straw bag – Chloe. Kaftan as dress & Belt – Tallulah & Hope

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Red striped topChinti & Parker. White culottes - ASOS. White heelsZara. Clutch – JinYoo103684. Flower hairclip – H&M

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Red striped top –Chinti & Parker.White culottes -ASOSWhite heels – Zara. Clutch – JinYoo103684. Flower hairclip – H&M

I’m aware of the fact that I tend to overuse Disneyland as a basis of good, or in other words omg-pee-ze-pants-awesome - for example that cake shop down the road that offers infinite free samples is basically Disneyland to my eyes. However, when I say Forte Village is like Disneyland, its one thing that it is indeed omg-awesome, but technically it’s probably the easiest way to describe the concept of this Sardinian resort.
Once you enter the candy-cane barrier and the pastel-coloured gates smothered in Mediterranean flora, it’s similarly a whole other world inside; one that makes date, news, time irrelevant for the entire duration of your stay. There isn’t a stuffed-mouse posse to greet you, but will a parrot named Mario do? We find out later in the week that watching it fight with two other parrots is one of the best entertainment when slightly drunk. A golf-buggy transports you to a remote bungalow amidst thick vegetation that effectively hides the thousand other guests staying at the resort. Once you’ve unpacked, it’s up to you which ‘rides’ you want to go on – I personally abuse the spinning teacup, which involves my hubby spinning me underwater in the Mediterranean sea while he ingests fish of sorts while I have the time of my life forgetting I’m on the other half of my twenties. By lunchtime you hit the pizzeria to reclaim stolen calories, and depart with a cheesecake to eventually nap with, while the adults (hubby) catch up on a bit of rest themselves. See, I’m sure there was a very rich culture and lots to see in the island of Sardinia, but not once we felt the urge to leave Forte Village. In fact it’s exactly what we wanted in a holiday: being locked in a fortified playground with infinite icecream.

Thank you Forte Village Resort for the warm welcome. Stick around for part Two!

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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

I carry my laptop if I feel particularly insane that day.
Beauty bag: YSL Rouge pur Couture lip stain (10), Estee Lauder lipstick (Lilac) & lipliner (in 03 Tawny), Valentino Valentino mini Eau de Parfum, bobby pins, Chanel bronzing compact

… 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.

 

Leather knot bracelet – COS. Watch – Sekonda. Wallet - Stella McCartney Falabella wristlet (c/o Harrod’s)

Studded boots – Chloé Susan (c/o Net-A-Porter). Shoes – ASOS

Coat – Mango. Jeans – James Jeans. Cashmere sweater- Uniqlo. Shoes – ASOS. Bag – Kurt Geiger Rhubarb rock. Snood – DIY Knitted. Silver necklace – Gift from mummy (Korea)

Sometimes I forget that my ‘normal’ friends have no idea I’ve been blogging for the past four years, and by blogging I mean scrambling around in a hamster-wheel charging for the vague unknown, and generally being occupied full-ish time doing so. I didn’t plan on letting this define my life, and if I still have a say, I’d like it not to, but I’m slowly starting to realise that I’ve subscribed to a very particular brand of lifestyle brought on by this business of web logging. It all became clear, really, when Carrie and I went to Paris for a night (yes, girl-on-girl details if you come back after midnight, you know it) for a small project with YSL Beauté, and all throughout I had this odd sense of comfort. The type of comfort that comes with the fact that I can hand her my camera and then pose as if the camera isn’t there, or the fact that we’ve mentally agreed on meeting at my room in twenty minutes, fully dressed and ready for some outfit shots. She will know exactly why we’re going out on a five-mile walk in 4-inch heels with a pair of foldable flats in our bags, and why I insist on hovering over our rapidly-cooling crêpes that we waited half a frozen hour to get our hands on for the sake of a photo (which, as you can see, didn’t even make the cut). Is this all getting a bit weird? Are we perhaps editing ‘the moment’ and never enjoying it as is? With that said, I had a swell time with Carrie and the YSL Beauté team, and Paris is even more stunning in the autumn.

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.