Facehunting the Facehunter

Who is that tall and dandy-ish dressed dude roaming the streets of Paris, cool-snapping at all the right places at the right time?  Yes, it can only be the Facehunter.  I snapped this photo of him when I met him because it’s good to know that someone around Paris dares to don the quirky, the… Continue reading Facehunting the Facehunter

Feeling a wee bit ickle….

I’m not one to fawn over French street style – really I’m not.  I respect their effortless chic, their somewhat staunch views on what constitutes style and their ability not to succumb to temporary trends but at the same time, I don’t worship the ground they walk on or think they’re particularly superior over the… Continue reading Feeling a wee bit ickle….

Wanna be a Barbie girl?

I use to rage against the Barbie-type in my pseudo-rebellious youth – blonde hair, big blue eyes, perky body did not agree with my ‘I’m so indie/alternative/different’ teenage awkward phase. But now that I’ve aged a bit, the Barbies in the world don’t irritate me because of course i have realised that even Barbies have… Continue reading Wanna be a Barbie girl?

Cum Again, with the Kane

The antidote to my blog would be the Times Fashion Blog, which has done some fantastic coverage on fashion week. It’s perfect for all the sort of fash-insider-goodness that I alas, can’t provide you with seeing as my musings are rather insular and a little bit on the geeky side. Sort of like when I… Continue reading Cum Again, with the Kane