1    Cotton Shirt - Uniqlo Men, Jeans – Zara, Shoes - Friis & Company (via Zalando), Bag – Marc Jacobs via Monnier Freres, Boyfriend Watch – ASOS
2    Black trench – Calvin Klein (gift from mummy!), Cotton Shirt - Uniqlo Men, Trousers – Uniqlo, Shoes – secondhand Alexander Wang via Vestiare Collective, Diary – Filofax Enigma
3    Leather Cap – Ebay, Cotton Shirt – Uniqlo Men, Dress – ASOS, Jacket – H&M, Leather trousers -ASOS, Shoes – Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony

The irregular geography of the warehouse conversion that is our flat lends a lifestyle not unlike a 11-year-old’s birthday party held in one of those kiddy indoor-playgrounds with rubber obstacles and plastic-ball pools that generally smell of feet and pee. OK, the latter probably not so much – on most days, at least – unless I once again decide to be clever with the pantry arrangement and place a melon on the top shelf and then 5 weeks later find out it’s leaked pee-like substance throughout the entire shelving unit. Rotten melon reeks of sweaty feet, why naturally! Anyhoo, from the mezzanine level I have a sweeping view of the entire flat, so by default anything that needs to be taken down to the lounge, or the general direction of the exit, is simply thrown down over the rails. With an accompanying ‘weeeeeeeeee’ noise at that. Said items either land on the bicycles or squarely on the couch, which is in fact where a haphazard pile of junk now lives – aka my new closet. Consisting of this Uniqlo Men’s pink cotton shirt, a few crumpled ‘silk’ tops, two pairs of jeans, a jersey dress, four jackets for the daily season-change and of course socks of unknown cleanliness sprinkled in between… these are things I’ve been pulling out for the past how many months I’ve had the day-job. If I’d known growing up was to be this messy I think I’d have followed the boy out the window when I had the chance, but then again looking at the state of the flat I’ve clearly convinced him to marry me and sign Neverland over in a prenup. From time to time I slide down the stairs’ handrail fireman-style and wail siren-noises to alert the hubby that I’m hungry.

Please do check out Uniqlooks to see what I’ve been up to and join in on the Uniqlo dress-up fun! Thank you Kit for helping with the first outfit and hubby for the rest!

1    Floral Shirt - Zara, Colour Jeans - UniqloNude Heels - Pierre Hardy for Gap, Sleeveless Trenchcoat - YesStyle, Bag – Coach, Snood - DIY
2    Sweater – ASOS, Colour Jeans - Uniqlo, Envelope clutch – ASOS, Shoes – Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony
3    Leather Jacket - 2nd Day, Grey top - 2nd Day, Colour Jeans - UniqloShoes - Topshop, Bag – Warehouse, Plaid shirt – Uniqlo Men’s

If I may pause the LFW tape for a moment there… it’s time for super fun Uniqlooks! This month it’s crayon chopsticks for legs with UJ Colour Jeans. A little less marshmallow-y this time but only because now we have crayons and don’t we all know how good they taste. Surely I wasn’t the only one who licked markers and got high on Pritt sticks as a kid? WOW I think I just figured out the real reason why I went into art and not quantum physics. The trousers do come slightly long (especially for my Asian legs) (let’s just say they don’t put the stick in chopsticks) and I should’ve taken advantage of Uniqlo’s free tailoring service but what would that make of my DIYs… so once I have a free minute I plan to do some DIY leg-growing.

On a related note, if you’re in London this coming Saturday (25th of February) make sure to pop by the Regent Street Uniqlo store for a styling + shooting event, I’ll be there from 11am and someone will have to periodically shovel me out of the cashmere corner. I’ll bring the marshmallows, you bring the sticks, OK?

Thank you Jen for helping with the photos!

Sweater- H&M, Skirt – Topshop, Jeans – Courtesy of Raw Denim Bar, Shoes – Chloe Sevigney x Opening Ceremony, Bag – on loan from Mulberry, Silver Clutch – ASOS, Planner – Filofax

World, meet my I will never wear these bastards again shoes. They were determined as shelf ornament since the last time it stumpified my poor feet, banished to live a life among the books…. but I guess this is how women go on to have their second child, all memory of pain wiped clean. Did I just compare invaluable childbirth to walking on hooves? Perhaps, but the pain surely induces a similar kind of reaction of wanting to squat in a corner and wail like a pirate with seasickness, yarr?

Thank you Daniel of Bloglovin’ for helping with the photos!

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!