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.

Dolce & Gabbana, 70% off

Matthew Williamson at ~£250


Prada perspex sandals; Bally boots

Burberry classics (around ~£200 mark)

Church’s brogues; Aquascutum red trenchcoat

Not my bags…

ASUS Transformer tablet with Kindle App

Mulberry envelope receipt holder for £35

Sweater - Gmarket, Shirt - Uniqlo, Jeans – Radcliffe Jeans, Shoes – Pierre Hardy for GAP, Watch - ASOS, Bag - Vehla Tote Bag NIV-E
, Sunglasses -Jeepers Peepers

This was such a gorgeous day, with one of those exotic weathers that London is yet to call back… I took a day off for a trip up to Bicester Village (designer outlet village just outside Oxford) with Kit, my usual honeymoon partner, with the invitation of lovely Laura of Chic Outlet. Rosy feelings aside, I must confess that while I was putting this post together I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment in myself…

This blog has been steadily growing in my life to a point that it now amounts to a considerable portion of my polyjuice potion (me in a bottle) Truthfully, I don’t remember when was the last time I had a pep-talk with dear old self and looked back for self improvement. I can’t help but notice that this lack of reflective thinking and letting diem be Carpe‘d while I enjoy the scenery on autopilot have somehow led me to a rather unfamiliar territory. To this day I have never considered packing a bag and arranging travel to a destination with the sole purpose of shopping, possibly for the same reason there’s very little body revealing in this blog. I don’t mean to disdain – I too like shopping – but this time I feel like I’ve gone too far and tickled the Materialism beast. I know I had plenty fun that day, but on hindsight I don’t know what road this blog is taking me and to be honest I’m rather nervous.

To Bicester Village’s defence, the pricetags are digestible and the landscape is immaculate, and if your kidney needs a Dolce & Gabbana bejewelled boots then you know where to go. Alas, the beauty of this blog is that now it has a mind of its own and despite what I write here, if a visitor is inclined to skip the reading, then my reflection on virtue & yadda yadd will simply be dissolved into bytes, but ah, c’est la pee pee.

Shoes – Kit’s Bertie, Sweater – From Blogger Yard Sale, Dress – Obakki, Watch – Casio, Sunglasses – Ralph Lauren courtesy of MisterSpex

Here’s a life lesson, when you buy cat food, the cat on the packaging does not come with the purchase. There’s not much of a story, but if I were to start at the beginning, I was sitting in a dark corner of a bar and Mr. Spex, a tall German bloke, slid over to and asked if I’d like to be featured on his website. So I replied OK, but only if it doens’t involve whips, I’m allergic to cow leather. Noo, Mister Spex, the European spectacles emporium, invited me to be a part of their Bloggers say: Wear Sunglasses campaign and offered a choice of a pair that represents the current trend best. I think I fell for keyhole glasses not only because they were ‘in’ but also looked delish on every editorial I’ve seen since March, so I pointed to the Ralph Laurens. Of course, I’d clean forgotten about my Asian non-existent nose bridge and assumed the glasses to suit my round face,  in other words, assumed I had a kitty to feed. Oh the sadness. In reality the glasses sit snug on my cheeks, and one can build a village in the space between the hovering glasses and my actual nose.

Meow :(

Thank you Kit & Jen for the shots.

Pink lemonade, Pimms, fingerfood, champaigne, iced water, boys with 7/3 parted hair, pretty blonde… and why am I describing the photos?

Duke Meadows Tennis Club, W4

Oh the places I get to visit with this blog… I swear sooner or later I’ll be posting photos of a dog pound because, I don’t know, YSL decides to make collar tags out of melted Arty Oval Rings for animal hospice charity. Not that I’m complaining. Two sports I’ve always enjoyed playing since young were football (soccer) and tennis – now mere pockets of memory stored in butch thighs and arms, also all of which are now basically flubber. Now that the World Cup is entering real entertainment and Wimbledon’s just launched a few days ago, I can proudly raise this sign over my forehead in celebration of the double W.

Polo Ralph Lauren, the official outfitter of Wimbledon, outstretched their hands to a few (tennis, fashion) bloggers to sit in a live interactive virtual broadcast Tennis Clinic with Annabel Croft and Boris Becker. To be honest, I was intimidated by the atmosphere when I arrived in my crop-shirt and Fred Perry’s (invitation read ‘soft soled shoes’, frustrating demand for fashblogger), to find rich folks in summer blazers and smart day dresses. Even the kids were dressed as Ralphies. I gave my best shot at invisibility by seeming just too busy chomping down every piece of fingerfood to want to socialize.

I’d have requested an interview with Boris Becker, except, I am a fashion blogger and what would I ask, ‘What do you feel about your all-white combo today?’ Sorry for the disappointment.

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Shirt Vintage Ralph Lauren | Jeans H&M | Shoes Nine West | Bag Public Beware

Hiya. I haven’t been doing much worth talking about. Everyday, sizzling in the white sun, then in the evening getting poured on by buckets of rain with awesome thunderstorms…it’s like a fairytale weather, really. I have nowhere to go or no-one to meet (literally, I have 0 friends here, curse of the international schools) so please, take pity and understand the lack of posts.

I do have something funky in front of me that I want to share.

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I have a fish of questionable identity. If it was Korean it would be an icecream and it’d call itself Steve Kim, but this one I found in a Japanese packaging with a German import label. For those living in Europe will know that import labels for Asian food always happen to be stuck on top of the most important bit of the original packaging, like HOW YOU EAT THE CONTENTS bit. So here I am, confuzzled, wondering whether it needs to be microwaved/cooked or shoved in mouth before it melts. I shall give it a poke.

(Look what you make me end up writing about, summer.) For those new to the blog, hello and welcome, yes I lack a few crucial braincells.