Whether it is a physical or mental hunger, nothing seems to fuel me the way Paris does. Besides French Onion soup and that bread, the beauty of the buildings, the contrast of light, the luxury of negative space, Paris just always seems to revive me. It’s probably the only place in the world I consider as a seasonal pilgrimage –…
Sometimes I feel I have to justify my actions – why I chose to wear what I did, how come I didn’t go to the gym today, why I need another Loewe Puzzle bag. But unlike those things that I feel I have to occasionally justify, there is one thing I find myself having to defend every single occurrence and…
They don’t make them like they used to. At some point every generation looks back at the past with nostalgia and collectively sighs while proclaiming at how things use to be for the better. Well maybe it is my generation’s turn to look back and wonder when things changed so drastically and we ended up here or in my case…
Fashion shows can be a funny thing, a spectacle of mixed emotions. While in a state of enchantment at the beautiful garments being paraded in front of me, I also have that snap back to reality moment where I start to remember that I have bills to pay and debate where could one even wear those pieces, it’s not like…
As the days in February begin to trickle in and 2019 is well and truly cemented, I’ve come to realise a few certain things about myself. Maybe it’s because I work in fashion where calendars run on a continuous repetitive cycle or maybe it’s because I’m a very organised person but I can’t help but feel that 2019 might just…
