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Sundays are constantly consumed by late lunches, evening cocktails, and early bedtimes. I enjoy participating as much as I anticipate a peaceful Monday. Today will pass in the company of soup, duvet, and a stack of DVD’s. I must acquire a dash of beauty rest before all the action commences later this week.

Warehouse dress, Topshop boots.

Last night was spent sampling canapes and sipping champagne at my preferred London hotel, The St Martins Lane. I usually dismiss this venue for being overpriced, despite my love for it’s minimalistic decor and delicious cocktails, but an invite to a private party was impossible to resist. I pulled out my new favourite dress, braved bare legs, and even laughed through a slightly awkward debacle when a painting (thankfully cardboard) toppled over our table. The night closed with late dining at a quiet Indian eatery, and an annoying rainy search for a taxi home. Lesson of the night: Order a taxi from the restaurant…

I’m currently existing in an endless cycle of late nights, lazy afternoons, and recurring hangovers. My survival would be impossible without jasmine green tea with honey, Ukai sushi lunchboxes, and late afternoon cappuccinos. Hopefully this cycle will be broken in the near future, but until then I’ve realized it is imperative I acquire the perfect lace miniskirt for tomorrow’s party.

I posted about my love for Qasimi’s S/S 2010 collection a few weeks back, but these backstage images have managed to trigger a full blown obsession. I obviously have an incurable weakness for strong shoulders, gold embellishments, and thigh skimming hemlines.

The boy and I are still recovering from the whirlwind that was Saturday night. I find it impossible to resist memory streaked reunions fueled by tequila, smiles, and vodka soaked discussions. I scattered two drinks, giggled incessantly, and consumed more limes (accompanied by tequila of course) than I can count. The blurry night wound to a close in the early A.M. as we found ourselves in bright light, and deserted streets. The only downfall was a pounding headache and complete lack of sleep, but little sacrifices must be made in the name of a fabulous party.

I have recently discovered a line of dresses perfectly tuned to my taste. I briefly met Georgia Hardinge, this September at London Fashion Week, before viewing any of her designs. It was the end of a hectic day, when the champagne buzz was wearing off, hunger was making itself known, and discussion about which party to attend had commenced. I glanced over to spot a stunning, blond model offering her gratitude to my friend (a fashion PR). I was immediately captivated by her outgoing nature, and the unique details of her second skin dress. My assumptions were cleared when, to my pleasure, I was informed she was not a model, but a budding designer who was wearing one of her own designs. I was hooked.

Georgia Hardinge graduated from Parsons Paris and received the Golden Thimble for Best Designer of 2008. Her original designs celebrate the female form. Each body conscious dress is classic and simple, but utilises pleats, depth, and illustrated lines to accentuate a woman’s body. Her collection exudes an air of sexy, sophistication while communicating a young, edgy element.

This is an essential collection for any party loving fashionista.

I would definitely consider myself a hardcore city girl. My life would be incomplete without late night deliveries after a vodka soaked party, a daily routine of swerving at snail pace through swarms of pedestrians, and the instant relief after spotting a glowing taxi light when stuck in sudden downpour. Many believe it is impossible to experience loneliness in a city full of millions, where the lights, art, culture, and cuisine are entertaining companions, but I have come to find that at times the hard pavement and fake pretenses can result in the worst kind of isolation. We all have those days when you feel like curling up into a ball of illness, only so a loved one can assist you with your every need, when you need a warm hand to hold, or the comfort of conversation with someone who cares to penetrate the pristine surface. I often forget how lucky I am to have the boy, and the healing powers of several bottles of wine beside a cozy fire with true friends.

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I perceive Halloween as the ultimate day of reinvention and disguise. The most demure are fearless to portray provocative figures, your inner flamboyant child can be released, and most are prepared to shock. That being said, I very seldom spend days (or weeks) composing a costume and have yet to put thought behind a creative idea, so I’m going to attempt a bit of forward planning this year.

Any ideas for the boy and I?

And on a side note, I’ve added my leopard print dress and Zara fringed ankle boots on Shop Fashion Hedonism. More to come soon!

Inspiration can hide in the most obvious places. At times I am in the mood to spot innovative ideas at every corner, lighting up from the scent of a flower, or a passage in a novel. But there are always stages when I feel cornered, and fail to notice loud, inspiring elements that are playing directly in my path. Aside from the usual glossy magazines, trend inspiring blogs, and fashion icon outfit choices, I enjoy sourcing ideas from unusual and unexpected outlets. I’m infinitely inspired by history, culture, and travel. The fabrics, colours, and jewels that dominate in each country can tell a story of their values, traditions, and lifestyle. Art and literature are also strong influences in my life. The way words paint an image that may be different in each person’s vision can be incredibly revealing and thought provoking. And then there are the little places where I discover creativity, the people, words, and experiences that stick in my mind each time I write or get dressed. So I would like to acknowledge:

My mother for her sexy, tomboy fashion choices in her youth, and her fearless nature which has always translated in her style. She was infamously expelled from various Taiwanese high schools for refusing to cut her hair and dress according to school uniform. My Grandmother eventually resorted to sending her abroad for high school in the less strict U.S.A. It is incredibly refreshing to know someone who truly dresses for herself, never taking in the judgements or rules of others.

My cousins (hi Katie and Rachel!) who document their entire lives and outfits through hundreds of photos. I think they should blog as a duo. They are both from Taiwan, and love experimenting with trends, colours, poses, and will snap a picture in literally any location. Their images embody the cute, fun “kawaii” look.

And of course all you lovely bloggers who are a daily inspiration for me. I attribute a huge amount of my style to all of you.