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creative direction & photography SHINI PARK location GSTAAD, SWITZERLAND

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Le Grand Bellevue is home away from home, with all the right soft corners but with the edge that tends to come with boutique luxury.

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Right: André Ledoux 1948 ad for anouraks. Left: unknown source.

Right: Winter 1963, Vogue.

Above: Spread with Jacques Heim 1938 Winter Sportwear

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Après-ski

Whether you’re an all-terrain ripper or a lumbering human ice-cone-machine in stirrups (AKA me), après-ski cocktails by a roaring fireplace is equally rewarding, if not nourishing. Le Grand Bellevue is home away from home, with all the right soft corners but with the edge that tends to come with boutique luxury. The lounge sports House of Hackney wallpapers, the subterranean spa a labyrinth of sauna and steam rooms, and Le Petit Chalet that serves mind-blowing raclette*, just a stone’s throw away within the grounds. Pack for the glaciers but don’t forget the lightweight cashmere basics for toasty lounges.

*You’ve already scaled a mountain (on a chairlift) (WHATEVER) today, so go on, have some cheese and spuds.

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Le Grand Bellevue
Untergstaadstrasse 17, 3780 Saanen, Switzerland
+41 33 748 00 00
www.bellevue-gstaad.ch

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Top & Bottom – Rejina Pyo. Phone case – OtterBox. Necklace – Louis Vuitton.

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top: shirt & trousers STYLENANDA bag DELVAUX. right: notebook OHH DEER phonecase OTTERBOX earrings MARIA BLACK

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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away – far enough from a Starbucks (one equipped with a toilet) that warrants this rant a fairy-tale/hipster beginning – lived a girl whose name was Butter Fingers. She had the face of any ordinary girl, but possessed an extremely rare useless magical power, one that allowed her to drop everything – little or high in value – to the floor. Her fairy godmother had concluded that Darling, earth’s gravity must be a little stronger around you and had slid a card to a botox clinic before *poof*-ing off. The people in the village however, had banished her with pitchforks and selfie-sticks, to a leafy-yet-ironically-well-connected borough, after an incident at Oxford Circus station that sealed the fate, and name, of Butter Fingers.

It had been the height of rush hour, exactly five hours past the hour of noon at which the sun is at its highest – villagers retiring from a day’s work poured into the under-passage of Oxford Circus Station, all four entrances choked up to the brim. Butter Fingers had been on an excursion, one of her busier days – ending with an appointment making BLARRHGHER cupcakes and that of similar unimportance. She had shuffled along into the station with the throng, sharing in agitation with the day’s exhaustion, and joined the bottle-neck queue up to the ticket barriers. Just as she reached the double-gates and pulled out her magical oyster that grants entry, out spilled the entire contents of her bag. Keys, phones, wooden ladles, anti-bacterial gels… even the DIY cupcakes tumbled onto roadkill. Domestic/foreign coins rolled towards the escalators, and she’d lost in the Schrodinger’s cat query: Is the phone screen cracked, or intact? The station ground to a halt, and then, an uproar.

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…after an incident at Oxford Circus station that sealed the fate, and name, of Butter Fingers.

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It was since that day, the villagers dubbed her Butter Fingers. Or Lube Collective, for those who remember the incident. Marinating in self-shame, she’d since thrown out all flap-less bags and stocked up on OtterBox Drop+ Protection cases, and lured a man to carry all peripherals, who she eventually married. She resorted to a life online, dedicated the rest of her life to a blog (the laptop nailed down to the desk), and lived happily ever after.

FIN.

Top – Rejina Pyo Trousers – COS.
Marinating in self-shame, she’d since thrown out all flap-less bags and stocked up on Otterbox phone cases…

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creative direction SHINI PARK editorial assistance SIMON SCHMIDT in collaboration with OTTERBOX

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Track and field
Three ways to style the Nike Cortez
creative direction SHINI PARK photography & styling TEAM PARK & CUBE in collaboration with Nike

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shirt DAGMAR silk black top MALENE ODDERSHEE BACH skirt KIOMI trainers NIKE ‘CORTEZ’

Gone are those days when my hooves – tad tall for the day’s purposes – made odd Christmas-tree shaped marks in the pavement on a hot summer day. Banished, are the thoughts that fleeted into my post-adolescent, under-cooked brain, teasing with a very useless idea of purchasing stripper heels with a 3-inch perspex platform and a goldfish residing under each foot (or dollar-note tips, whichever). You know, kids and their insecurities, one of mine were: short, Asian legs. My early twenties was in fact, punctuated with poor choice in footwear: cheap ‘leather’ glued with ‘wood’, and heels generally too high for my/my immediate surroundings’ own good. And to think of all the things I could’ve done had I been a little closer to earth – all the buses I could’ve caught, the nights I could’ve slept indoors had I not given up on walking home on the bloody stumps I called feet…

Perhaps it’s life’s Yin & Yang, but now I own a UberXL-load of sneakers in varying shapes and sizes, a hefty bunch Nike’s – naturally. All made for a ‘track’ or another (the Cortez originally a running shoe), but worn beating down London pavements and chasing buses (and catching them for once). Insecurities are re-allocated (cellulite, taxes), but I’m glad to say that for the past few years I’ve been sleeping indoors every night, thanks to this obsession for trainers. The Nike ‘Cortez‘, returning since its original debut in 1972 and then 1994 in Forrest Gump, is new to the family. No plans yet to run cross-country in them but here’s three ways you can at least get to the next meeting without hailing down a black cab.

Gentle colour-blocking works famously when layering basics: sleeveless top TODD LYNN skirt STELLA MCCARTNEY trousers COS trainers NIKE ‘CORTEZ’

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Sporty, but not for sports. Top off with statement jewellerydress FILIPPA K cardigan MANDKHAI earrings ASOS NIKE ‘CORTEZ’

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Lots of legs (read: Angelina Jolie slit) to balance out the casual : red dress KIRSTY WARD black dress BACK BY ANN SOFIE BACK trainers NIKE ‘CORTEZ’

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dress FILIPPA K cardigan MANDKHAI earrings ASOS NIKE ‘CORTEZ’