The Setting

this is a photo Diary(ish) of a twenty-something year-old taking on seven days in new york city for fashion week, one hot minute a time. watch as she steps into a puddle of trash juice and denies the whole thing happened, then does a marylin monroe over subway fart in front of a gaggle of construction workers. it’s ok, she is proud about it all.

I can never go back, can i.

art direction SHINI PARK photography & styling TEAM PARK & CUBE supported by THE APARTMENT, in collaboration with KURT GEIGER
Checked into an AirBnb in SoHo and got lost everytime I went out to get milk.
Dress – 2nd DAY. Skirt – ASOS (similar). Hat & Bag – Kurt Geiger. Watch – Larsson & Jennings. Bracelet – X Jewellery.


…so much that once I took a cab back from two blocks away.


As usual, the effect of New York to this European-to-the-core is that of whiplash, whatever medal I mentally award myself for packing semi-appropriately for the weather (contrary to the numerous occasions in the past in which I had completely missed the memo about either blood-stopping cold or biohazard heat). The minute you get in that Uber at JFK, it’s Keep your hands in at all times, and better secure those sunglasses because they will fly off on the next loop. If a New York minute is to Johnny Carson, the interval between a Manhattan traffic light turning green and the guy behind you honking his horn, to me it’s that (ever so slightly dejecting) micro-moment when the tax gets added onto a bill. One minute you have the exact change, the next minute you’re splitting your $100 note and getting a Robin Hood sack of change in coins. My point is, seven days in New York is but a blink of an eye, and at the end of it all, you’re just in sheer amazement of how much you managed to take in such beautiful grandness, smelly, screaming awesomeness, in that split second of a minute. Well here’s me trying to explain in photos.

And of course, it’s just too bad a London Minute is essentially the customer ahead of me in the Royal Mail Post Office checkout line, which means I’m looking forward to being in New York again in about TWO BILLION YEARS.

Bag – Kurt Geiger



Cotton shirt
Contrast boots
Kurt Geiger
Messenger Bag
Navy Bandana
Mineral UV Shield
V-Rings Pack
Denim Culottes
BOND Stilettos
Kurt Geiger


Dress – Coach. Culottes – Finders Keepers. Bag – Coach. Boots – Kurt Geiger. Watch – Larsson & Jennings. Bracelet – X Jewellery.


New York Fashion Week
Lest we (or I) forget the fact that we are in town for work
Chain bracelet
Park & Cube for X Jewellery
Knit top
Tailored trousers
Filippa K
D Earrings
Wool wrap-skirt
Tortoise Sunglasses
Kurt Geiger
CM Silver
Larsson & Jennings
Sparkling probiotic drink
A little bit obsessed with layering a wrap-skirt over similar-coloured trousers these days!


Fell back in love with dresses at Zimmerman SS16



…and fell in love with multiple beautiful models at POLO Ralph Lauren



Speaking of falling, the models kept falling over at Opening Ceremony. On purpose, it turns out, and to one sick beat.



The Apartment as a base between the hustle and bustle…
Brigadier Skirt
Astrid & Miyu
Platform heels
Kurt Geiger
Sometimes I look back and think, how did I even handle life during the Fashion weeks without the haven that is the Apartment. Now, I haven’t explained much why I spend so much time at the Apartment, but it’s basically my second home away from my Airbnb home during Fashion Week, and voluntary self-spoil-station with manicures, plush sofas, food… Particularly loved gathering some of my favourite people during NYFW with the help of Boden for brunch this season.


Kurt Geiger
Chain bracelet
Park & Cube for X Jewellery


Shoes – Kurt Geiger. Trousers – Filippa K. Top – Carven.


…and of course, stuffed my trap every moment of the way.


In the end, seven days in the city of dreams dashed by like a single New York minute


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Top, Skirt, Shoes & Clutch - Alice & Olivia. Watch - Larsson & Jennings. Bangle – ASOS.

Dear skirt that hangs south of my faux-abs and forgives all sorts of dinner crime… where have you been all my life? I mean really, every meal I’ve ever had – especially in Paris – has been a two-part act of 1) arriving in jittery enthusiasm with dance moves that impress no judge, and 2) waddling out belt unbuckled and unladylike, burping the alphabet in post-meal euphoria. Alas, a maxi skirt, as pictured, means unsightly leg dance concealed within the folds of silky meringue, and the entire table worth of food – minus the plates – safely tucked into the fabric puff under the waist belt, which to curious onlookers I insist is an Alice & Olivia design feature and NOT a food baby (it is). It’s genius, and useful also in making the evening a tad more interesting because guess how many people it takes to pack a semi-drunk woman in a creampuff/ballgown skirt into a taxi?

BTW, this was the stunning Paris flat I was staying with a couple of girlfriends (Team Apartment + Reem) over Paris Fashion Week, and now that I look back I wish I’d taken more photos. Too bad we were too convinced this was our upgraded life now and that we were never going to leave, and this also explains why I kept reaching out for my ballgown get-up… 

Thank you Reem for helping with the shots!


A wee holiday gathering…





Sweater by Sonia Rykiel

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Gorgeous Reem of Five Five Fabulous


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Wearing: Sweater – Sonia Rykiel. Skirt – Alexander McQueen. Boots – Sergio Rossi. Rings – mix of ASOS, StreetBauble. Clutch – JinYoo103684

As captain of Lazy club, I’m obliged to say that I don’t do Christmas. Not in a conventional, fairy-lights-lined walls, itchy glittery leggings and dead tree in the corner type of way, at least. Well, there is at least one dead plant in our flat at any point in the year, and on some glamorous years we wrap that with fairy lights and hope it changes its mind and photosynthesise back to life. True spirit of Christmas right there, no? (or is that Easter) No, we go to church and leave it at that, all the goodness in one. I do love seeing how others do it though, especially if I get to deplete the baked goods like a ravished raccoon and then have the jingle balls to ask for a take-away box for the left-overs. Team Apartment threw a wee holiday get-together last night for some of my favourite girls, which was exactly the dose of others’ Christmas I needed this year. They’d gone over and beyond: Oversized knitted blankets and pillows strewn across the furry carpet floor, fairy lights to set the mood, and cosy Odd Molly pieces to keep everyone warm while the cakes gradually became crumbs between the wood boards throughout the evening. No Santa present, but we were all Santas after a each sip from the hot chocolate mug filled with whipping cream. I wore a glittery Sonia Rykiel jumper that I had saved for the perfect occasion and promptly filled it with mini sausages and home-made shortbread cookies. And, as they didn’t have a take-away box big enough to fit more marshmallows, I had to stuff some in my bra which made the cherries quite 3D by the time I was leaving.

Also speaking of Sonia Rykiel, thought I’d share the holiday collection video because I’m in the mood, why not.

Thank you to The Apartment for a great night, s’more pleaase! Thank you Kit for helping with the shots; Sonia Rykiel x Park & Cube