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.


London Fashion Week · ss16
art direction SHINI PARK photography & styling PARK & CUBE supported by THE APARTMENT, in collaboration with KURT GEIGER




Place Charles de Gaulle: the deathtrap of a roundabout in central Paris where twelve straight avenues cross intersect in a star-formation – a place where I have sworn I will eventually die no matter what mode of transport I’m in/how veteran of a driver may be commanding the wheel/handlebar – is possibly the best I can do to explain Fashion Month to those outside the industry. It’s that noise, the lack of traffic lanes of any sort, the uncomfortable closeness to fellow comrades marching around the roundabout, and having to manoeuvre through the full circuit without crashing into, say, a scooter, or a blithe pedestrian (most possibly a tourist – even in the metaphor) (how many a German tour group experienced a Lion King-esque streetstyle photographer stampede towards Kendall, I do wonder) trying to jay-walk his way across to the Arc de Triomphe and wreaking havoc to any conceived order in this chaos. That is Fashion Month, for me.

In this equation, London is a relative comfort zone only due to the fact that the bed is familiar and the husband is baffled IRL (instead of ‘Y U DO DIS’ goodnight messages on WhatsApp), but the chaos is as thick. Tickets are missing, Simon – my source of enthusiasm in all this – ever scrambling in pursuit of some order in chaos (an impossible feat), and of course, the new Soho venue is simply a ‘hilarity’. Between all that, the fresh, new collections are the only clear sound in the commotion, that and the Apartment – a sanctuary known to digital somebody’s in the same plight. It may hustle and bustle, but anywhere that’s stocked with burgers, nap-pods, emergency Kurt Geiger, and infinite charge-stations is a clear win in this roundabout of death. In fact it’s like taking residence in the Arc de Triomphe, which coincidentally is also one of the best vantage points of the city (Alice knows).



Here’s a scribble and a song, on the past season in London. More a scribble, because even after three weeks of supposed R&R my ears are still ringing of shell-shock. But I suppose that’s just me, getting closer to my 30’s and the bottomless barrel of excuses that come with. Call us a cab, BECAUSE I’M 30 AND WALKING IS DIFFICULT. Heck, I can’t wait to be 50.

GTG, husband’s just texted me a ‘Y U DO DIS’ from the other room.


09:10 Japanese Breakfast at Koya Bar
10:01 Soho traffic is actual comedy
10:16 Stripes = YAS. At J.JS.Lee
12:20 Picnic-chic at Mother of Pearl: Season’s Favourite
Wool-piqué top
Mother of Pearl
Twist Lock Bag
Louis Vuitton
Love Chords Bracelet
Park & Cube for X Jewellery
Platform Sandals
Kurt Geiger
Platform Sandals
Kurt Geiger
L Der Watch
Larsson & Jennings
Platform Heels
Kurt Geiger





Top – Zara. Skirt – Louis Vuitton. Trousers - Finders Keepers. Shoes – Kurt Geiger


A hub, rest-stop and playground for digital influencers during Fashion Month

Move aside coffeeshops, hotel lobbies and odd little sandwich joints. Wrangling over one power outlet with 12% battery and changing awkwardly in the unisex toilet is a thing of the past. the Apartment is juice-a-plenty (both of fruit and the electric kind).


15:10 rockstar eedding vibes at julien macdonald
15:55 Flash hair trim at Jhair
17:25 slinky silk & fluff at Topshop unique
18:05 Regina Pyo pick-me-up
Peekaboo bag
Matte Home Ring
Effra London
Asymmetrical knitwear
Zipped Boots
Kurt Geiger
Pleated Culottes
‘Streets of London’ bracelet
Park & Cube for X Jewllery


Burberry SS16




Rose gold-tone headphones


Neutral Rose
A handbag staple, right next to the eyeliner. Doubles up as cheek-pinching equivalent of a blush colour – just apply with your fingers like war paint and pretend you totally had breakfast.
Three     Hits Wonder
The classic three that took me through Paris Fashion Week and any other high-intensity moments.
Stainless Steel watch
Platform pumps
Kurt Geiger


Parisian Red
The forever classic, this Red means business. I always like to add a flick of eyeliner, which adds a hint of flirtiness and confuses the husband greatly. Also known as lazy-day colour when you don’t feel like applying makeup on the rest of your face.
Polka-dot skirt
Saint Laurent
Hoop earrings
Dinny Hall


Atomic Orange
Proenza Schouler
Bucket bag
Shimmer brick-compact
Bobbi Brown
COS x Hay
Enamel Ring
Delfina Delettraz
Pop and pizazz in one bullet, for days when I long for human interaction – it sure is a conversation starter. Add softness to the strength by applying with a blended edge and wear against minimal makeup.



Blazer – Each x Other. Blouse – Raquel Allegra. Bag – Baraboux
When all you need is a glass of wine and a good book. And polar bear GIFs on the phone:
Bobbi Brown ‘Paris Red’


White and orange were meant for eachother. Just like ketchup on a new white shirt – magnetic attraction:
Bobbi Brown Atomic Orange
Dress, bag & Shoes – Louis Vuitton. Trousers – Zara. Sunnies – Dior.


Guaranteed to not look like a corpse today. Win:
Bobbi Brown Neutral Rose


I feel like a big part of the process of becoming an adult, is the ability to brutally edit down some very broad choices in life to an easily digestible-yet-not-so-round number of three. How many little pigs? Three. Musketeers? Three (not sure if those particular ones are life choices…). How many people in a priest, a minister and a rabbi joke? My point is, three is a catchy number, and that’s the number of takeaways I can find in my past 7-days Deliveroo log, and number of words in one of my favourite phrases: Just get naked. (Or I’m lovin’ it)

I’ve spent most of my 20’s leasing space in the beauty pouch to what would now be collectively a sizeable lipstick assortment, which, if laid side-by-side and compared, would simply divide into three categories: the everyday, classic red, and the pizazz. As shown above. The dark purple gothy glittery number doesn’t even make it into the bag.

So this is a story we shot during PFW, celebrating Bobbi Brown’s new Luxe Lip collection as one of the digital ambassadors, and also an semi-official dubbing of the three colour categories that I’ve nailed down and can now move onto my next ‘three favourites’, in the grand path of becoming an adult.

In collaboration with Bobbi Brown & Shopstyle.



The Setting

this is a photo Diary(ish) of a twenty-something year-old taking on seven days in new york city for fashion week, one hot minute a time. watch as she steps into a puddle of trash juice and denies the whole thing happened, then does a marylin monroe over subway fart in front of a gaggle of construction workers. it’s ok, she is proud about it all.

I can never go back, can i.

art direction SHINI PARK photography & styling TEAM PARK & CUBE supported by THE APARTMENT, in collaboration with KURT GEIGER
Checked into an AirBnb in SoHo and got lost everytime I went out to get milk.
Dress – 2nd DAY. Skirt – ASOS (similar). Hat & Bag – Kurt Geiger. Watch – Larsson & Jennings. Bracelet – X Jewellery.


…so much that once I took a cab back from two blocks away.


As usual, the effect of New York to this European-to-the-core is that of whiplash, whatever medal I mentally award myself for packing semi-appropriately for the weather (contrary to the numerous occasions in the past in which I had completely missed the memo about either blood-stopping cold or biohazard heat). The minute you get in that Uber at JFK, it’s Keep your hands in at all times, and better secure those sunglasses because they will fly off on the next loop. If a New York minute is to Johnny Carson, the interval between a Manhattan traffic light turning green and the guy behind you honking his horn, to me it’s that (ever so slightly dejecting) micro-moment when the tax gets added onto a bill. One minute you have the exact change, the next minute you’re splitting your $100 note and getting a Robin Hood sack of change in coins. My point is, seven days in New York is but a blink of an eye, and at the end of it all, you’re just in sheer amazement of how much you managed to take in such beautiful grandness, smelly, screaming awesomeness, in that split second of a minute. Well here’s me trying to explain in photos.

And of course, it’s just too bad a London Minute is essentially the customer ahead of me in the Royal Mail Post Office checkout line, which means I’m looking forward to being in New York again in about TWO BILLION YEARS.

Bag – Kurt Geiger



Cotton shirt
Contrast boots
Kurt Geiger
Messenger Bag
Navy Bandana
Mineral UV Shield
V-Rings Pack
Denim Culottes
BOND Stilettos
Kurt Geiger


Dress – Coach. Culottes – Finders Keepers. Bag – Coach. Boots – Kurt Geiger. Watch – Larsson & Jennings. Bracelet – X Jewellery.


New York Fashion Week
Lest we (or I) forget the fact that we are in town for work
Streets of London bracelet
Park & Cube for X Jewellery
Knit top
Tailored trousers
Filippa K
D Earrings
Wool wrap-skirt
Tortoise Sunglasses
Kurt Geiger
CM Silver
Larsson & Jennings
Sparkling probiotic drink
A little bit obsessed with layering a wrap-skirt over similar-coloured trousers these days!


Fell back in love with dresses at Zimmerman SS16



…and fell in love with multiple beautiful models at POLO Ralph Lauren



Speaking of falling, the models kept falling over at Opening Ceremony. On purpose, it turns out, and to one sick beat.



The Apartment as a base between the hustle and bustle…
Brigadier Skirt
Astrid & Miyu
Platform heels
Kurt Geiger
Sometimes I look back and think, how did I even handle life during the Fashion weeks without the haven that is the Apartment. Now, I haven’t explained much why I spend so much time at the Apartment, but it’s basically my second home away from my Airbnb home during Fashion Week, and voluntary self-spoil-station with manicures, plush sofas, food… Particularly loved gathering some of my favourite people during NYFW with the help of Boden for brunch this season.


Kurt Geiger
Black Bond bracelet
Park & Cube for X Jewellery


Shoes – Kurt Geiger. Trousers – Filippa K. Top – Carven.


…and of course, stuffed my trap every moment of the way.


In the end, seven days in the city of dreams dashed by like a single New York minute
Coat – Boden ICONS. Belt – Stella McCartney. Watch – Larsson & Jennings. Neacklace – Louis Vuitton. Boots – Kurt Geiger.


NYFW was to me, like Ocean’s Eleven was to Brad Pitt: If you look closely, he is chomping on something nearly every scene he’s in, be it tacos or a shrimp cocktail. At one point Simon yelled WOMAN WOULD YOU TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF THE PRINGLES TUBE from across the street, and a whole gaggle of tourists got incredibly confused as to why a German man was supposedly screaming at them (some did yank their hands out of their pockets in shock). Trouble is, I can’t seem to control my excitement for the big AMERICA, simply due to having grown up in a watered-down Eastern European version (90’s Poland) of it all, dreaming of Tootsie Rolls and Pepsi floats. The irony is that I packed a lot of pieces from the Boden ICONS collection, for instance this coat and skirt below, which both have a very distinct British heritage look to it that I absolutely adore, but now that I think of it, I may have walked around New York looking like a crazy Asian lady/Royal Horseguard scraping chocolate off Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups with my front teeth on the street corner. Super attractive.

In Partnership with Boden



…is that a Pringles tube in my pocket or am I just happy to see you?
Shirt – Boden. Skirt – Boden ICONS. Jeans – Marques’Almedia. Shoes – Coach. Bag – Louis Vuitton. Bracelet – X Jewellery. Watch – Larsson & Jennings.