Columbia Road Flower Market

Foldable Liberty-print tote by Catherine Memre

Wearing: Shirt, Libery London. Jeans, Levi’s. Shoes, Friis & Company (similar). Sunglasses, Jeepers Peepers. Straw bag, Chloé; Thank you Kit for the shots!

I don’t know what’s worse, not having a TV or relying on Twitter/Google for current issues, because for a few weeks now I’ve been holed up in my flat eating peanuts out of party size bags (hubby is a compulsive hoarder) and collecting rainwater because apparently there’s a zombie mob out there choking the streets and running down innocent Londoners just trying to get on with life. At least that’s what I made out of all the ‘keep out of London’ tweets by the metropolitan police. Apparently the Olympics is on too. Yesterday I managed to sneak away to my happy place that is Columbia road flower market, one of the many bulletpoints on the Sunday to-do list that gets neglected, the other neglected task being ‘water the plants’ – not sure if this is ironic or logical. Peonies were still out so I happily bagged six bunches while Kit scored an armful of hydrangeas for £5, then we had donuts and coffee while observing an unfriendly pomeranian go nuts over crumbs. What a happy Sunday, and not a zombie in sight, Twitter you liar.

Château de Fontainebleu

Neoprene Jacket, H&M trend. Jeans, Levi’s. Scarf, Alice & Olivia. Sunnies, Jeepers PeepersOxford Shirt, hubby’s Ralph Lauren. Chelsea Boots, Topshop

So… remember that giggle-and-titter trip to Disneyland from a few moons past with Jen, Fred & hubby? Believe it or not, there was quite a journey before we reached happily ever after in the land of dreams – no I’m not referring to the Eurostar ride. I’m talking about the shuffle into van and drive down towards the gleaming castle and towards a distant, yet still squeaky-clear, melody of ‘it’s a small world afterall’ and everyone hoots – even the boys – then driver takes sharp left and continues down 45 minutes through French countryside and passengers sulk silently type of journey. Later we found out the Vienna International Hotels team had so gracefully planned an extensive itinerary, which involved of touching four corners of the Disney experience, where three don’t sell princess dresses. Disneyland was first corner, naturally; second was Paris – an hour van-ride from the Dream Castle Hotel, where we got tipsy and watched boobies jiggle on stage. La Vallée Village was third, the outlet shopping village (think Bicester Village) two minutes from the hotel where I was denied purchasing a certain pair of Céline sandals marked £190 by hubby who pulled the leash (mostly expressing disgruntle over unfulfilled one-in-one-out policy). Fourth and last was Château de Fontainebleu, home of many, MANY Kings, Queens, Emperors and Empresses’ over the past eight centuries. Let me first apologize for the amount of photos you’ve had to scroll through and here’s a Gatorade for your fingers. (Olympic spirit!) By the third chamber I gave up with the tourguide and lagged behind, it felt a crime to simply brush by the breathtaking details of each room – the brilliant colours, intricate patterns and rich textures… Heck, I know this sounds oddly grown-up and therefore incredibly unlike moi but I’d actually like to visit Disneyland again and dedicate one whole day checking out the 9/10th of the palace we missed. Dibs on the palace if I ever become King of France.

LFW AW12 Day 1

Outfit: Coat – Anywho x Brics, Sweater – YesStyle, Jeans – Levi’s, Shoes - Alexandre Birman (Browns); Thank you Carrie for helping with the outfit shots!

The stick is passed on, player London runs for dear life, player NYC descends from 4inch heels and towels off on the bleachers. Well… not exactly, key players are continuously running this marathon, hey?
A bit of Olympics spirit there or what have ya. No matter how much I want to avoid speaking of the impending doom come July it seems like it’ll be the next most popular British whine, the ‘snow’ of the summer – it’s beautiful, but my goodness, does it break the city in half. At least the weather is quite toasty this LFW, alas snow and cobblestones does not a good fashion week make. The first day is always a bit of a buzz of UK press and bloggers (apparently that venn diagram looks like a pair of boobs) weighing the atmosphere and the promising young designers putting down cornerstones for a solid fashion week ahead. So put together here, is a dabble of Krystof Strozyna (the darling of Poland), headless streets, and CSM MA (pride and joy of London) to start the week. Don’t forget to follow me on Twitter for the game commentary and vitamin-watery gossip! (because juicy just doesn’t cut it anymore)

Creamy cashmere by Eric Bompard

The 1AM Promenade

Cashmere Coat & Scarf – On loan from Eric Bompard, Cashmere blend jumper – Uniqlo, Jeans – c/o Levi’s, Brogues – Office, Clutch – c/o Chanel

If I used ‘soft‘ to describe cashmere, would that put me in the Humour, lack-thereof category in Bloglovin’? You see, ‘soft’ really doesn’t cut it when describing the furry ball of rainbow scrunched up in your hand, slippery and foamy all at the same time. Soft is for sentences like ‘Baby here’s your Gilette, the enchanted forest must go, I liked your legs soft and smooth’. Best not put me in a game show, I don’t stand a chance in explaining the fabric without using words like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious or MAGIC. Isn’t everything MAGIC when it’s sparkly and furry anyway. What’s a Paris visit without a visit to Eric Bompard, the one brand that is understood to have reached the prime shelves of practically every Parisian’s wardrobe?  You should’ve seen this one black 100% cashmere poloneck that would’ve banished every piece but a pair of grey skinnies and black stilettos from my mood-rail for the rest of the season… Lorraine kindly let me borrow a coat and scarf for the night as I’d underpacked for the weather, which probably was a very big mistake – not the underpacking – the getting an unintended taste of the… MAGIC, and having to give it back. See me go my precious with a coat.

Thank you Lorraine & Gabriel for the invitation, and Carrie for helping with the shots!

Laptop case – Lost Property of London, Black Dress – Nikicio, Cardigan – Topshop, Leather Jacket – Alpine Stars by Denise Focil; Sweater – H&M, Jeans – Levi’s, Bag – Coach, Shoes – Topshop, Sunnies – Jeepers Peepers

As a rare drinker the closest I’ve had to the Campari red is probably a squirt of a strawberry-fragrance dishwash liquid that landed on my lip while trying to drown a mosquito on the windowsill. Milla Jovovich was the obvious bait for me on this quick trip to Milan, as I joined Campari celebrate their Campari 2012 Calendar named It’s the End of the World, Baby after the popular belief that the world will end on the 21st of December 2012. Now, my personal opinion on that date is that it’s a load of rabbitpoop – you may quote me on the 22nd December – but if that gets Milla into 13 haute-couture dresses and throw a party then I’ll keep quiet for now. And how can I ever say no to Milan… I accidentally discovered marocchino (a miniature cappuccino with a cube of chocolate dunk for the sweetest last swig) and that was simply the best cure-in-a-cup for my travel exhaustion.

Thank you Campari for having me over, and Katy for the shots of moi!