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Écrin Archives, Rockstar by Soon Lee.

I hope my grandmothers don’t mind, but I think I’m going monotone for the Lunar New Year.

 

 

 


[Image via fuckyeahkikomizuhara]

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

[via Refinery29]

 

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.

 

 

 

[Tank tunic: H&M. Vest: Cotton On. Cardigan: H&M Men. Tights: Accessorise. Necklace: Topshop. Shoes: Emporio Armani. Bag: Kenneth Cole Reaction.]

While B took J and me in search of an elusive store on an elusive street somewhere in the maze that is Soho, we ended up discovering so many stunning little nooks and crannies that I never even knew existed. Vintage stores without the droves of bounty hunters synonymous with Brick Lane, kitschy prints and stencilled masterpieces hanging in shop windows, bookstores that instantly take you back 50 years, and the most quaint of watering holes I’ve seen in a long time. Have I really been in London for so long and not even once ventured past the high street? I should be so ashamed.

[via F21 and ASOS]

My greatest weakness (or strength, depending on how you look at it) would probably be the fact that I am an extremely predictable creature of habit. Ergo, my wardrobe follows an eerily linear pattern with variations of the same things, over and over. And when I like something, you can bet that my little heart will pretty much be set on it; waver me not.

I first spotted the heather grey cut-out top at NastyGal about five months ago, modeled by the amazing Cindy Park, and was THIS determined that I had to have it. But a moment’s hesitation, and it was gone forever. I mourned a great deal and since then, my eagle eyes have been combing the online stores for something similar, if not identical. So imagine my delight when both ASOS and F21 (thanks Chrissypoo!) came out with cut-off tops, and in the same shade of grey too!

And in a smaller voice: I got them both.

[Louise Amstrup via ASOS]

I really haven’t had much gusto for dresses the entire summer and now that fall is here, I’d be even less inclined to bare my legs for the brutal wind and annoying raindrops to desecrate.

But these Louise Amstrup babies are really tickling my fancy. Panel dresses, draped swing skirts; light and airy goodness in a one-piece.

Well, I just might battle some brutal wind and annoying raindrops in the name of, you know, admiration for Louise A.

And while we’re still looking at a Rational Society, a’la Rumi’s amazing dress, we shouldn’t forget the rest of the equally ogle-worthy goodies from the same mother.

The palette? Ooh. The slouch factor? Ooh. The endless possibilities? Ooh.

But most of all, the cunningly deceptive simplicity? Ooh and a big UH HUH.

[via 4EVA MALL]

THE PERFECT WHITE SILK SHIRT!
To go for coffee (hot chocolate) runs in. To accidentally fall asleep in. To dress up. To dress down.

Just perfect.

[via Pixie Market]

I don’t think it’s the best time for me to be eyeballing netted silken tops, with 2500 words still hanging over my head. But whatever; it makes me happy. And being a happy essay-writer is much better than being an unhappy one.

Exkoooozezzzzzz!

[Street Peeper]

IF I WERE A BOY… …
I’D COMB THE STREETS OF SEOUL.