I've never seen my London apartment so clean and tidy since I first moved in, it's a shame I didn't get to sit back and enjoy it for long before hoping on the next plane back home. Though I did do a little 360 hands out spin like Maria in The Sound of Music in the center of my flat (hoping the neighbors across didn't see, then again their probably used to it...seriously). Nothing's changed much back here in Hong Kong (mind you I was here during April for a bit), the usual summer heat is surprisingly invigorating considering how much I hate hot weather as it leads to profuse sweating, but keep in mind I AM typing all this in my air-coned room with just the right amount of the sunny blue sky reflecting glare onto my screen. I know it's passed midsummer's day, but on that very special day, I did celebrate and decide to toss on something rather "festive and fitting" and popped by the inner circles of Regent's Park. Little bird told me all about how lush it was over there, where all the pruned flowers have now kicked into full blossom mode. So catching a rare glimpse of sunlight even at 7pm (love those long summery days), I frolicked amongst the flower beds with glee as the foreign pedestrians continue to pass judgement to my odd antics. You would think that with all the weird dressers and 'fashion freaks' spawning all over London that the locals would be at least somewhat jaded to their quirky get ups, but no... Maybe we could start charging our looks as a spectacle like those street performers in Convent Garden, you know.. The silver tin man, Captain Jack Sparrow, those guys where you snap a pic of them with your iphone and don't pay them? Yep those unfortunate fellows...
blazer & trousers CÉLINE, shirt VINTAGE















































