Moshing for Moschino

After my little prewarning to Steve that vintage clothes are a scarcity in Hong Kong, what was the first thing I bought in Hong Kong?  In probably what is the most organised charity shop I've come across ever, that seemed to contain a lot of designer cast-aways and factory seconds, in Miramar Plaza in Tsim… Continue reading Moshing for Moschino

Sweat it Out Again

>> From writing about cramming in colours (as predicted, some of you are a little shy about submiting 10-plus-colour-blocked-outfits… keep em' coming as I'd like something to balance out the stretch of grey ahead here…), I've cosied up and gone back to the trusty grey sweatshirt which I've waxed lyrical about 3, 4, 5, 6… Continue reading Sweat it Out Again

The Pointless Story

This is a story about pleats… and gloves… and my current love of all things mid-calf… and about new bits and bobs that I've acquired.  This is the most incoherent story you'll ever know.  The gist of it is that I've got no real point to this post other than I'm liking tight Fortuny-esque pleats…and… Continue reading The Pointless Story

Little Fruits

I'll admit it.  I threw a minor grumpy strop after browsing in Opening Ceremony in New York.  I think the strop started sometime after trying the Carol Flare coat from the Whre the Wild Things Collab (yes, I love it, and yes, it's completely impractical).    I only did it because the friends I was… Continue reading Little Fruits