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As 2010 tugs closer by day, I begin contemplating what next year may bring. The majority maintain the ritual of New Years resolutions, an unfeasible list of goals which are almost always unreachable, but I prefer partaking in “pre” New Years resolutions. Personal objectives I hope to reach before Jan 1st, so each year commences with an air of contentment rather than failure.

The rules for “pre” New Years resolutions are as follows:

Here are mine: go to the gym for at least 30 mins a day, purchase three perfect dresses (one for my birthday, one for Christmas, and one for New Years Eve), do an at home facial once a week, consume less fast food, and make more efforts to meet up with friends I don’t often see.

What are yours?

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Dree Hemingway for V Magazine.

Not only is Dree displaying a selection of my favourite S/S 2010 pieces, but I was thrilled to discover the editorial was styled by Clare Richardson who I worked for in my dutiful fashion intern days. By far the most involved, challenging, and fun internship, proving not every entry level position resembles The Devil Wears Prada.

Last night became a slew of impromptu events. After waking late afternoon without food or costume, the boy and I dragged ourselves to Westfield (our nearest shopping mall) intending to solve both problems. Unfortunately, due to extreme hangovers and headache triggering mall lights, we were not successful at either mission, and returned to bed empty handed and nauseous. The downward spiral continued when attempts were made to keep down food, and appear party presentable while moving in slow motion. When securing a taxi on a rainy Halloween night proved impossible, we admitted defeat and headed home for our very own two person, vodka and orange juice party. The remainder of the night included loud singing and dancing to music videos, a two minute run through rain to crash our local bar’s (Beach Blanket Babylon) Halloween bash, and returning home buzzed and ravenous.
Why are all of my favourite nights always the most random?

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Georgia May Jagger for Rimmel

I’m always captivated by bright red lips and sequins.

The time is exactly 3:09pm, and the boy and I have just awoken after our first party in Dalston. We very rarely venture east, but the edgier attitude and scene have heightened my hardcore party spirit. I am looking forward to round two.

Last night I discovered I was attending a Halloween Eve bash, and was yet to obtain a costume. A moment of panic ensued, and I realized the downside of possessing an absolute last minute personality. In the end I was a black cat, and fashioned ears out of my lengthy locks, although the boy thinks I looked more like a mouse. I was hoping for Devon Aoki’s feline look in Vogue Nippon.
Better luck tonight.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

The chilly weather has descended upon us, and a fear rushes to the pit of my stomach each time I spot Christmas cards and candy canes at our local supermarket. Is it really the holiday season already?!

I am not one of those who despises winter holidays, but on the contrary anticipate the excitement the next two months bring. Holiday season for the boy and I encompasses swimming in champagne driven gatherings, weekend getaways to quaint European towns, and a Christmas trip to Asia where we, along with the usual, also celebrate a handful of family birthdays. I adore trawling shops for the perfect party attire, last minute plane bookings, and cozy fires, but a slight anxiety always arises at the end of each year. As we count down at December’s end, another year passes more quickly than the last, my ages sprints up a digit (my birthday is in December), and I ponder the decisions which must be made as we inch closer to a ‘responsible’ age. Contemplation swirls about the stability of certain accomplishments, the days that may have been wasted, or the maturing that maybe should have happened. For a procrastinating dreamer who grasps tightly to her youth, a year end can be as daunting as it is pleasurable.

Vintage fur and scarf, Sportmax top,AA wet look skirt, Accessorize tights, Topshop boots.

Last night was one of those crisp Autumn evenings brimming with discovery and romance. The boy and I concluded it was time to frequent a new eatery in our local Notting Hill, so spent an hour weighing our abundant options before settling upon El Pirata de Tapas, a cozy yet modern Spanish establishment. We mused over a generous wine list, spoiled our taste buds with a rich selection of mouthwatering tapas, and ended the night fireside at our neighboring bar, Beach Blanket Babylon. The only disadvantage of having your front doorstep surrounded by amazing cuisine and cocktails is the huge hole in your wallet, and maybe an ever expanding waistline. I must make sure to visit the gym before our busy weekend.

A dream selection of accessories courtesy of Jak & Jil.

My birthday and Christmas are just around the corner…hint hint 😉

When I spotted one of my favourite blogger’s, Yvan Rodic of the Facehunter, most recent post about Taipei, I was immediately transported back to my parent’s hometown. I still possess plenty of family in the city, and always enjoy visits spent browsing through late night markets, sampling street food, singing karaoke, lazying away at ‘bubble’ tea houses, and staying up all night watching Asian horror films. A trip to Taiwan is so long overdue.

So I dedicate this post to my two incredibly cute, crazy, and fashionable Taiwanese cousins, who literally take hundreds of pictures a day documenting their lighthearted, hilarious personalities. Katie (bottom right) is on the verge of Asian pop stardom, attended Japan’s premier performing arts school, and has been a back-up dancer for Usher. Rachel (bottom left) is still only a young sweet sixteen, studies art in England, and was incredibly stylish from the young age of seven (obviously the influence of her super trendy older sisters).

Miss you guys and promise I’ll visit in December!!
(I didn’t forget you Kelly, I just don’t have any pics!)

*All photos are of my cousins and not of me 🙂