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Look 1
Boyfriend Fit Cargo Trousers – Uniqlo, Jacket & Bag – Zara, Shirt – YesStyle, Shoes – Sam Edelman

Look 2 Trousers – Uniqlo, Jacket – Vintage, Furry Bumbag – ASOS, Sweater – YesStyle

Look 3 Trousers – Uniqlo, Knitted jacket – Topshop Unique, Leather Jacket – Alpine Stars by Denise Focil, Shoes – Topshop, Necklace – COS, Shirt – American Apparel, Polkadot top – Motel Rocks

I say 3 different looks but I do realise that when you lean back a little and squint it’s really just one outfit, or one big ball of minty marshmallow-thing. Hey at least it’s healthy, this pastel obsession. Because erh… mint is a herb? I digress. I’m back on my favourite collaboration project with Uniqlo and will be posting many many many marshmallow outfits into Uniqlooks via Facebook, join me in on the fun! This is actually fun because I genuinely like Uniqlo and would’ve happily sold all my possessions for some extra fine merino socks anyway! Best improvement about Uniqlooks is the fact that they made a ‘share on Facebook wall’ an option so all my hipster ‘2-kool-4-skool’ Central Saint Martins buddies on Facebook from don’t need to be updated what eyebrow-raising things I do in my spare time.

Thank you hubby for your photo services x

 

 

Floral jacket – ZARA, Shirt – Motel Rocks Wallflower shirt, Jeans – MiH Jeans, Shoes – Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony, Bag – Cambridge Satchel Company via Mybag, Downvest – Uniqlo, Down jacket – UC of Benetton

I’ve just managed to extract myself from a corner where I’ve been ironing shirts for the past goodness-knows-how-long hours, the least I can say is that the sun was up when I started and now it’s fizzled away into matte charcoal – at least now with the low light the hubby won’t be able to spot the ‘SOS‘ I’ve written with blade-sharp creases under the arms until much later. My new mission is now to starve him so his shirts collection does not collectively equal a football stadium in fabric acre and we won’t have to spend our entire savings on electricity bills owed mostly to ironing. Yes, this has nothing to do with the outfit – I just had to ramble somewhere,  hopefully during his toilet break at work he will spot the SOS  while passing a mirror and in the same hour also read this post while sipping economist coffee. I love you! I promise!

Tartan Top  & shirt as half-skirt – Courtesy of Motel rocks, Shoes – Ferragamo, Skirt – C/O YesStyle, Bag –  C/O MCM, Clutch – ASOS, Cardigan – Topshop, Jacket – Vintage Burberry, Sunglasses – Jeepers Peepers from Topshop

If you feel like I’m talking too much feel free to shove a virtual sock in my mouth, unfortunately this is the only way to avoid you having to read about LFW on Christmas eve. Goodness knows what kind of excuses I’ll come up with then, the usual my-dog-ate-my-keyboard kind of spiel I guess. And I just realised how obsessed I seem to be with the silver clutch! Well, in truth it’s the only thing big enough to accommodate the pieces of cardboard I slipped between the few tickets just to look like I have a grand purpose during the week. Dash off with a powerwalk/jog muttering sorry I’m running late for the next show… a show of balancing a box of Krispy Kreme x Glamour doughnuts on my nose behind Somerset House before an impatient tourist audience shouts ‘SIMON SAYS, JUST EAT THE DAMN DOUGHNUTS WOMAN’. I’m sure I sent you all tickets for that, no?

Thank you Jen for helping me with the photos!

Edit: the red tartan piece is just a shirt from Motel Rocks buttoned up to the top and tied around the waist flat

Sleeveless Trench – YesStyle, Floral Shirt – Motel Rocks, Dress – 18 AND EAST, Watch – ASOS

GHD Courtesy of ASOS; Photos shot in Hurwundeki

The pimple-ridden teenager that slams the door and plays on a ducktaped guitar the entire summer, would be my atopic (eczema) skin; and the neat kid that does his homework and keeps his allowance in a tin can for a bicycle, would be my hair. So now you understand the reason there are only two hairstyles in this blog, and hopefully also the reason I don’t own a blow dryer or a hairspray. But I do have a drawer-full of steroid creams, collected from literally every country I’ve been itchy in. Do any of you own medicine from Lithuania or Turkey, BECAUSE I DO. I’ve been more than content letting my hair run free, and since straightening is really the extent of pimping it I thought I’d share my choice of straightener and method. So far I’ve been happiest with the classic GHD Flat iron… and hey I just realised it’s probably a great tool for whacking the pimple boy at times but that’d be inappropriate so scratch that. I shall rule with a proverbial iron fist in velvet glove. Or with GHD in satin sleeve… dilemma.

All that’s needed is a good brushing throughout, then a even spritz of heat-protection spray (mine’s from Trevor Sorbie) before any contact with the iron. Using a brush, sweep a chunk of hair to the side and clip, then start straightening in sections from the underneath to avoid placing finished hair on top of unfinished hair. Works best if you lead the section of hair with a brush and follow with the straightener.

Thank you Flora for helping with the photos, and Hurwundeki for the location!

Trench – Mum’s Burberry, Trousers – Zara sale, Shoes – Cutesyshoes, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Galaxy print body – Courtesy of Motel Rocks, Cardigan – Uniqlo

Warsaw Palace of Culture Sala Kongresowa; Thank you muzzer for the photos!

So what’s with the glasses, eh?* According to this dame here it should seem that I’m on a man-repelling agenda but no, if I had that kind of social fluency I wouldn’t be living with 18 diseased cats. No, I’m allergic to cats, and I have a boyfriend – that guy standing behind me, that’s him. I keep telling him to move out of the frame but apparently he’s not up for long-distance relationship just yet. One of the Chopin Music Academy students in our church was picked to perform with 9 top tenors in Poland, and of course I had to make an appearance. I feel sorry for the concert hall staff for having to install all the red seats in my honour.

Wow the blurb is getting lamer by the post. I blame diseased cat #4. OK SHUTTING UP.

*Forgot my contacts in London is all.