I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

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.

^ looks like I’m mid-song, feeelin’ it.

Shirt Mama’s Vintage Ralph Lauren Pants, Fringed Boots Zara, Bag, Beanie Topshop

So sale season has begun. Zara looks like a bombed up marketplace…and these boots were now affordable. So I tried them on, and when I decided yeah, I could do with some L’autre Chose fringeboot lookalikes, and tried to take them off, they wouldn’t come off. So I was all bent over in the shop corner, tugging and pulling, almost being disjointed at the pelvis…and then it came off finally…

Then I bought it. The impossible-to-take-off shoes…I don’t really know why.

No, there was no zipper hidden among the fringes if you were wondering.