As regular readers may remember, I had my beloved Chanel 2.55 bag stolen back in May and was completely devastated. Well, after putting myself on a spending diet this year, and thanks to a nice little duty-free discount at Heathrow, we’ve finally been reunited (and my wardrobe again feels complete). I couldn’t be more thrilled – not even a long-haul… View Post
Contrary to popular belief, I rarely go clothes shopping. Though I still spend as much money as when I was younger and used to shop for a quick thrill or for a fix of the lastest trent, my shopping habits have now, thankfully, evolved. These days, I consider each purchase: how it will fit my life, the image I want to… View Post
As the first snow of the Winter began to fall this week (isn’t there something magical about the first snow of the year?), it occurred to me that I’ve been living in England for 2 years. I can’t even say exactly why I decided to just up and move country (indeed, hemisphere), other than an overwhelming desire to see life… View Post
Much like afternoon tea at Sketch, The Shop at Bluebird had been on my London ‘To Do’ list since I moved here two years ago. Finally, one very rainy Saturday when little else would do to lift the spirits but a new London discovery, I hopped in a South Kensington-bound black cab with my dear friend S (who was visiting… View Post
I’ve always had a fondness for the wonders of the Orient. As a child of 5 years old, I travelled to Japan and remember thinking that ancient Kyoto was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen (in my then brief years). My mother collected ancient Oriental artefacts and Japanese silks and kimonos as old as Tokyo itself that would conjure up… View Post
On a dreary Winter’s day, there are few excursions I love more than an afternoon spent exploring one of London’s grand galleries or museums. But while such a visit is like the prime Wagyu fillet of the cultural world (satiating and filling), sometimes, when pressed for time or in need of a spot of fun frivolity, all we want in… View Post
The English half of me has always had an inherent need for tea, but since moving to England, this has turned into a fully-fledged obsession. Whenever I have a spare afternoon, the mean reds (in the words of Holly Golightly), want to catch up with a girlfriend or just need a moment of peaceful decadence, I am usually to be… View Post
Back at the office: Big Ben Some of you may know that since my trip to the US, I’ve been on a career sabattical. Although, after 3 degrees and a wealth of work experience in that field alone, politics seemed my natural path, I’d always fancied myself as a fashion writer. Deciding that if I don’t try these things before I’m… View Post
Though this is rather unfashionable to admit, I am not blessed with effortless, perfect hair. In fact, if left to it’s own devices, my hair would be a big, curly mess (looks great on a beach, not so good in Westminster). Instead, I torture it into stylish submission on a daily basis, but the first signs of humidity threaten to… View Post
