Sweater, trousers – Charlie May. Shirt – Junya Watanabe. Sneakers – Coach.


Triangle hoop Earring
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Bustier Top
Fleur du Mal
Cropped Trousers
Crinkled skirt
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Corduroy Wrap Skirt
Maison Margiela
Customized Sneakers
Shirt – Junya Watanabe. Skirt – ASOS.


Tuck into a wrap-skirt and belt off (and belt out, in Disney songs)


While I like to assign elaborate stories of acquisition to each piece that I add to the closet – be it temporarily (samples) or permanently (splurges) – I have a creeping suspicion there was a rather simple – if not primitive – reason to why I made a beeline to this Junya Watanabe crinkle shirt from Farfetch. Perhaps it was familiarity: hey you look like all my shirts in my closet, in fact hey you look like EVERYTHING in my closet (Iron? What’s that?) But really, I think it was a gut-reaction, an empathetic response of some sort, a bit like how one does to a wounded animal. This shirt looks EXACTLY like my current deadline situation, and I wanted to take care of it, even if just for a few nights. So here, three ways to wear it, because SENSE.
In collaboration with Farfetch


Coat – Rochas. Shirt – Junya Watanabe. Choker – By Boe. Bustier – ASOS. Trousers – Y’s.
Pair with a tight-fitting bustier and re-enact the scene from The Pirates of the Carribbean to get attention.


Layer under a sweater and casually scrunch up the sleeves to show the crinkle madness underneath that cutely describes your current situation with deadlines.


Sweater – Charlie May. Trousers – Rodebjer. Choker – By Boe (similar). Necklace – Louis Vuitton. Bag – Coach ‘Swagger 27′



Coach holiday campaign #GiveCoachorElse

It’s that time of year again, when you’ve just done dusting Halloween sweets off your chin and immediately a school of reindeers materialize above you, harnessed by a string of fairy lights, attached to a (glittery, it has to be glittery) sleigh of some sort. You yell ‘STAHhhP’ and try to protest, but you can’t deny that the days are shorter, colder and that toffee nut latte is exactly the thing you need to replenish the calories lost shivering in your ill-heated office. You feel bad and dust the top with a bit of your husband’s banana-tasting protein powder, for which you later get yelled at for spilling all over his gym bag.

Yep, even I – the self-proclaimed Cynic – have taken to mentally dividing shops into gift categories (i.e bag of sweet potatoes at Tesco’s = Husband) and threatening for certain gifts – quite like the cheeky new Coach #GiveCoachorElse holiday campaign, where the Coach girl gets exactly what she asked for. I’m excited to share with my readers here first. See, it’s my kind of campaign, because 1) I, the cynic, have always wanted to punch Santa and 2) one really should be clearer about what they want unless they wanted a drugstore hairbrush for the holidays. This bag, husband, this bag. And vouchers for Five Guys.

In collaboration with Coach as the season’s digital ambassador.

Disney characters strung up on a massive dead fir is definitely my kind of Christmas tree
London St Pancras station
Leather shearling trench- Coach. Bag – Coach ‘Swagger 27′



Leather shearling trench- Coach. Trousers – Simon’s own. Brogues – Chanel. Bag – Coach ‘Swagger 27′. Luggage – Globe Trotter. Sweater – Coach.


V-Sweater – Coach AW15. Leather wrap-skirt- ASOS. Front-slit trousers – Cheap Monday. Heels – Kurt Geiger (similar). Backpack – Coach Mount Plaid collection. Turtleneck – Zara.


Sweater – StyleNanda. Leather trousers – ASOS. Wallet – Coach Mount Plaid collection.

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Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can to that.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.


In light of recent events that left the world sick to its guts (save for pockets inhabited by human degenerates chanting under the same banner), I had contemplated whether pushing yet another, self-infused, colour-clad story was the appropriate stance for a Monday morning. I had spent the weekend mourning for a city I loved, for the friends (from Beirut, Paris, Ankara and further) I cherish like family, and a humanity that proclaims to be under God yet Godless in action. There were moments of utter disbelief, powerlessness, of loathing; but this morning I woke up to a London enveloped in milky fog and odd silence, and decided to get on with things, with zeal – if not more. To love life and celebrate light, because if pre-school taught anything, it’s that thriving in your current disposition is the only effective way to deal with bullies. So dear readers, keep calm, and carry on – and rejoice in the fact that with this, we raise a middle finger to those who envy and terrorize freedom, love and peace. And here, an oufit post to raise the stakes – choke on that, bully.

With that said, my heart goes out to those affected in the attacks, regardless of resolution. I hope you find rest in knowing the world breathes at the same tempo today.

Wallet & Rucksack – Coach Mount Plaid Collection. Nail polish – Dolce & Gabbana. Lipstick – Bobbi Brown. Watch – Larsson & Jennings. Bracelets – X Jewellery.


Leather Jacket – Coach AW15. Wallet – Coach Mount Plaid Collection. Trousers – Finders Keepers.


It’s that time of year, when the sky turns a few shades of grey and bawls with thick raindrops, swatting down leaves from yellowed trees on their descent. I blame Adele and that bloody song. (Will I get the two days of wistful sobbing back, ADELE, WILL I?) Mornings smell of firewood and wet leaves (a whiff of that gosh-darn PSL still lingers in the tube), uniformed teens swarm the bus-stops, kicking up a cloud of leaves with every gossip and gag, and something in the air commands that you buy a fresh pack of pencils.

Denim jumpsuit – ASOS. Rucksack – Coach Mount Plaid Collection. Boots – Sam Edelman



Jacket – Zara. Jeans – Marques Almeida. Shoes – Coach. Rucksack – Coach Mount Plaid Collection.

It’s back to school time: golden afternoons that last a minute and a half, crazy/confusing few weeks when you crave homework, and a new backpack that go with your new haircut. Coach’s Mount Plaid collection takes me into the season with its nod back to the 90’s – back when ‘homework’ did not mean 10 hours of pixel-shifting while seasons of muffled South Park stream in the background. The quintessential academia silhouette comes in red-and-black workwear plaid – a la Kristen Stewart in American Ultra, with similar attitude and gusto. Best of all, UK.Coach.com is now a fully transactional e-commerce site, which means I can now completely eliminate human interaction over the gift-buying period (win).


Right now, my own Mount Plaid Turnlock Tie rucksack holds a host of camera equipment and notebooks filled with wireframe scribbles and client requests, and I have a feeling it’s going to take one strong coffee and sharp pencil to tackle this ‘homework’ in the next few weeks…

So, excuse me while I go sniff a fresh pack of crayons.


In collaboration with Coach as part of season’s ambassadorship.

Coat – Boden. Sweater – Eileen Fisher. Necklace – Louis Vuitton. Bag – Coach. Trousers – Filippa K


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Passport holder – Louis Vuitton. Bag – Coach. Heels – Kurt Geiger.

And just like that, the fashion month circuit is closed. The lions are cajoled back into their cages and the tents packed down into wagons; one by one, the throng dissipate into a Euro tunnel or Charles de Gaulle terminal after another, and all that’s left of the festival is a dusty, patchy field and a village-worth of Airbnb’s that need a-cleaning. The days are a touch cooler, and shorter, than when it all started. I had joined the last leg in Paris on the final three days for the two shows that I always catch, and finished the season adequately rested, sufficiently surprised and inspiration fully fueled. I can’t wait to start sharing everything I’ve worked on soon with you all. For now, the Boden coat in siren-red (a bit of Benjamin Button with the content, as usual), on my way home from Paris… attracting all manners of attention including three separate accounts of ‘you want taxi?’ men, two ‘petition for the deaf’ scammers who seemed incredibly not-deaf, and of course, the good old-fashioned drunk men demanding beer (or wine?) change.

Note to self, do not dress like gullible tourist lady with Robin Hood disposition to Gare du Nord.