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[Image via fuckyeahkikomizuhara]

GIRL CRUSH.
Oh Kiko, you lookin’ mighty fly.

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This is probably going to be the most coveted of all H&M collaborations, and with good reason too. Alber Elbaz has left out none of his usual pizzazz: that slick fine line between grab-your-schtick masculinity and an exceedingly back-to-basics austere femininity, all coupled with immaculate tailoring the whole time. I’m expecting the queues to meander long and wide, and I’ll be diving in there myself.

 

 

 

THROUGH TO THE NEXT 16!!!!!!!

대한민국!


When we were upped from this

to THIS

I REALISED WHAT THE PHRASE ‘WORLDS APART’ REALLY MEANS.
No more strained calf muscles from going tippy-toe; no more annoying lightsticks shoved in my face; no more sightless disappointments!

And my favourite dork of all time.
I collect cars.
I do it every day.
Because it’s FUN!

슈주 짱!!

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I’ll have to admit. These two months of essaying would have been that bit more hellish (all puns intended) if it weren’t for the delish demonslaying duo of Dean and Sam. Brooding, emo-loading, testosterone-packed. I guess it’s obvious why I can’t stand Grey’s Anatomy, which the best friend loves. I’d take adrenaline over sniffy doctors waxing lyrical in hospital lifts. Anyday.

D-7

I REALLY SHOULD BE PANICKING, SINCE IT’S JUST ONE WEEK TO SUBMISSION DAY. BUT RESPITE DOES COME IN THE FORM OF FANGIRL SPASMS. AND WHEN WE’RE TALKING ABOUT KHJ, FOR ME THAT JUST MEANS RESPITE BY THE HEAPING SPOONLADLEFUL.

IS LOVE.

16D personalities FTW.

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I haven’t paid much attention to SHINee until
NOW.

They are, hands-down, the best dancers in K-Pop.

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[Bombay Satchel in red, Marc by Marc Jacobs, via Net-A-Porter]

I know I haven’t blogged about the Selfridges sale I went for on Boxing Day, but I think it’s taken THAT long for me to recover from it.

The pain of queuing, the pain of being in the midst of so many determined women (scary shit), the pain of surviving on three pathetic hours of sleep,and the pain of shopping with a gut that had just been through a bout of Christmas lactose intolerance. And most importantly – the pain of the rapid depletion of my bank account balance.

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