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Jacket – Nanushka. Leather top – c/o Zadig & Voltaire. Jeans – DIY slashed Supertrash. Boots – c/o Zadig & Voltaire (or here). Bag – Saint Laurent ‘Lulu’. Matchstick necklace – FHH Accessories (similar)

It’ll have to be two measly photos for today, because somebody took a BAZILLION photos over the past few weeks and the hard drive resembles the same somebody’s equally overstuffed wardrobe with doors that hardly close anymore. Speaking of which, I usually use my eyebrow tweezers to pry out whatever’s closest to the door crack and accept that as my outfit – sometimes I manage to pull out knee-high socks and trackpants and this happens. Here are two semi-decent photos I managed to pull out from my hard drive without causing a digital avalanche, and luckily my overstuffed Paris wardrobe dealt me a good hand so I don’t nearly look like a pants monster in this outfit I wore in the last day in Paris.

Planning to tackle the bank of photos with a pickaxe starting tomorrow morning, but if you don’t hear from me in a couple of days please call Domino’s pizza and cancel my order.

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Coat – H&M. Jeans – DIY slashed Supertrash. Loafers – Hudson. Bag – Couronne. Sweater – Topshop Cardigan worn backwards. Bar bracelet – Zara. Watch – Larsson & Jennings. Tiger bracelet – Kenzo. Rings – Monica Vinader.

I have but moments before the car arrives to take me and one embarrassingly large piece of luggage to Heathrow – Seoul, here I come, start heating up the food. I’m putting this up right before I run out because, if I know my mother correctly, she will compose a short but powerful message on Whatsapp reading something along the lines of those broken jeans in your blog better not be coming with you to Seoul and this time I can be all aw but I’m already in the car. No. Don’t worry ma, I’m fully anticipating to go up a dress size or even two on this trip, I’ve basically packed fifty variations of sweatpants. (엄마 청바지 꼬메지 말아쥬쎄요ㅠ) Plus, after road-testing the jeans in London and finding out getting a sore throat thanks to cold wind through the knee-holes is the very definition of irony, I’ve decided to leave it out of the packing.

On a side note, I know I’ve put this up on Facebook already but I’d really love to get some recommendations of places in Seoul – I’ve never lived there properly and the only places I know are basically the Big Ben equivalents so please do help this hipster out if you can.

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Gilet – All Saints

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Fluffy gilet – All Saints (on sale!). (DIY Slashed) jeans – Supertrash. Bootes – Kurt Geiger. Bag – Couronne. Silk & mohair sweater – Hoss Intropia. Watch – Lasson & Jennings. Rings – Monica Vinader. Silk bracelet – Hermes Petit h. Gold bracelet – Kenzo. Thank you Kit for helping with the outfit pics!

So… I may have skipped out on the annual rumble with desperate last-minute shoppers by finding gifts earlier in the month, but turns out none of that mattered because I was that person with the bulging Santa sack at the post office on the very last working day before Christmas begging for stamps. I don’t even get points for joining a 50-strong queue that snaked around the building because none of the gifts will arrive on time anyway. I was also the person fighting a lady with three kids over the last orange in Tesco’s thinking if I don’t buy this now we will get starve and DIE over Christmas, or get scurvy, then die. Oh, and the girl that got carried away buying winter essentials as if preparing for a snow disaster, and by essentials I mean fluffy gilets from All Saints (on sale, no less) that probably aren’t very practical for any disaster, really, unless I’m doing a style-off with the snow. In any case, I do hope for a bit of weather drama over the next few days, just so I can blame it for the gifts not arriving on time and hope

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no one will check the date on the stamp, or this blogpost. Oh I’ve screwed up this year, haven’t I.

Since I’m probably getting whips/handcuffs again for being naughty this year, let me know if you’re as bad as me with Christmas and maybe we can start a business together by selling them all. What do you think?

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Wearing: Trenchcoat - Mummy’s old Burberry from the 80’s. Jeans – James Jeans. Cardigan – Chanel. T-shirt – Supertrash. Glasses - Ace & Tate

I know I exaggerate a fair bit in this blog (i.e I haven’t slept last night so I MAY DIE), but I wasn’t actually kidding when I said I spent the whole week in Paris bumming in and around the rented flat, in my last post. The flat was on Rue Oberkampf, a third-floor walk-up just above a shabby bar heaving with ‘le cool’ after 10pm, all of which basically characterizes the entire neighbourhood. Oberkampf is a bit of a Dalston in Paris, a slightly grungier area on the fringes of a ‘hip’ part of town like Shoreditch, or Le Marais, in this case. Jin, his girlfriend and I met for dinner in the area and simply ended up shooting all these photos, mucking around in the neighbourhood. He shoots streetstyle by day (for Topshop and his own streetstyle blog), which is how I got to know him in the first place, but it was the photos he did ‘by night’ that I loved, and sure enough, by the time we were out of the restaurant his Contax was out from his jacket. I’d just recently found a great glasses brand called Ace & Tate via Fashiolista, and got a few pairs matched with a newly updated prescription for my ever bat-like eyesight, and wanted to share here somehow. This just turned out to be so much more fun way than the usual jazz – posing but not posing, just short of shooting with a baguette shoved up my nose, and visible or not, there’s a jelly worm in my mouth in each shot.

Photography Jin Oh; Edit and layout Park & Cube

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Blazer – Vintage Tommy Hilfiger. T-shirt – SuperTrash. Bracelet – SuperTrash. Jeans – James Jeans. Heels – Christian Louboutin Pigalle. Bag – Tommy Hilfiger BHI Bag. Watch – Sekonda. Ponyskin-effect belt – Next.

I know I constantly joke about my boobs and oddly seem to have embraced the fact that I can jog without the fear of getting punched by ‘fast moving parts’, and that my second and third blouse buttons have never had to work very hard except on the rare chicken-fillet days. And let’s just say I wear a bra to keep warm. Shamefully at times I don’t realise, that this something I often joke about, is a heart-ache and grief to some others. My own tiger mother has been fighting cancer (thyroid) in the past few years, and while I don’t wish to reveal too much personal detail, there was a definite impact – not only for the diagnosed, but one that rippled through and shook the core of everyone she mattered to, and whom mattered most to her. So I’m happy to collaborate with Tommy Hilfiger, who have joined forces with Breast Health International and released a beautiful, practical bag to make some beautiful, practical changes to those diagnosed with Breast Cancer. A little jump makes a big difference, and get this, your jump can be in the form of a new, limited-edition bag. Usually I’d ask do you reeeally need a new bag, but this time I think you need a new bag for work because that one in the corner there is looking very tattered right now. Yes, that one. Tell me there’s a better excuse to support a great cause. A whopping £100 of every sale (of £299.90 retail price) will go directly to Breast Health International’s “Fund For Living”, and I know for some of my readers this might be quite a high price for a bag, but can I suggest your ‘little jump’ to be a cheeky little re-tweet or a share? OR do what I like to do and wail in a supermarket aisle until your mother surrenders and buys you that Ferrero Rocher-studded bear toy – something like this. Works every time.

The Tommy Hilfiger BHI bag is available at Tommy.com from October 1 (today!).

Collaborative post with Tommy Hilfiger x BHI. Many thanks to Jin Oh for helping with these shots.