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.

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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.