I’m in a stage where I’m possibly poisoned by an ‘off” omelette that I’ve ate this afternoon, or this absurd paranoia cravings for a tub of Pringles which I have succeeded bought at my local Tesco store 3 hours ago. Peeps, my talent is I can finish a tub of Pringles in a day.
Rarely seen in full funeral march apparels at LFW or outside LFW is a fear moment for me, as I don’t like soulless-uniformed colour in my wardrobe except when I’m at home, Charlie May‘s envious Ann Demeulemeester-stylised looks is a stunning example favoured by the Japanese which I admire very much. My glitch androgynous outfit executed on the last day of LFW was a near epic failure, at least my diabetic braided bun (and unavoidable stray hair) attracted the most attention especially the old lady, a buyer from Finland who couldn’t stop photographing (like a tourist) my varied braids on few occasions. Ha!