Three days after my wisdom tooth extraction, I swung by the Louis Vuitton boutique in Soho after being told by a friend that a huge chunk of Nicolas Ghesquiere’s debut collection for the house had arrived. The last time I went to the store was ages ago when I bought luggage. I had a hard time exercising restraint and self-control because every runway piece in the store was desirable. I love the floral trousers. I NEED the turtlenecks in all color ways and the zip-front jackets. And all the belts too! In the end, I walked out of the store with a couple of knits and the new Louis Vuitton Malletage Doc PM bag.
Oh Mr. Ghesquiere… you’re so dangerous to my bank account!
Purple scarf by Prada
Sweater by Acne Studios (click HERE to buy)
Shorts by 3.1 Phillip Lim (click HERE to buy)
Sandals by Givenchy
Bag by Louis Vuitton
I know summer is in full swing but the stores are dropping their pre-fall collections left, right and center. I swung by the Prada store when I went to Rome a few weeks ago. It was difficult to leave empty-handed. I’m in love with Miuccia’s pre-fall collection! One of my favorite pieces is this deep v-neck ultra lightweight wool sweater. The silk tie attached to it is an added bonus. I love the chic effect. So effortless, so easy. All I need is cooler temps to rock this outfit out on the street.
Sweater and trousers by Prada, sandals by Balenciaga
I think it’s refreshing to have someone who isn’t Mario Testino or Annie Liebovitz shoot the cover of Vogue. Photographer Mikael Jansson made his American Vogue cover debut with the absolutely stunning Lupita Nyong’o for the cover of US Vogue’s July 2014 issue. She wore a dress from Prada fall/winter 2014. They also traveled to Morocco for the inside spreads.
Click HERE to read the interview and for more images.
Photos via American Vogue
I find it very amusing how a huge chunk of my close friends, who, I must say, travel as often as do, hate the act of travel itself — flying in particular. Think of long hours sitting inside a steel cylinder, breathing the same recycled air with hundreds of fellow passengers, with no cellphone reception. I don’t mind flying. Heck, I love flying, especially long-haul flights! A 14 hour plane ride with a flat bed, no cellphone or internet access, just me, a few glasses of wine, the latest movies and a sleeping pill is my idea of heaven.
I had the same, familiar feeling of being up in the sky when Mr Swedish and I checked into the Hotel Atlas high up in the Rif mountains in Chefchaouen, Morocco.
In the words of Mr Swedish, the hotel was spartan, grounded and had a sense of simplicity to it. I thought our hotel felt like being in the Soviet-era. The friendly guy at reception was also the bell-boy, the concierge AND the manager. He held on to our passports for hours after checking-in for reasons unknown to man.
The hotel had several floors with many, many rooms and we were literally the only people in the hotel, so it was rather shocking why our room was located in the far end of our floor. Also, we didn’t have wifi access in our room. But who needs internet access when there’s a balcony where you can light up a cigarette and look at the spectacular view of Chefchaouen and its medina?
For the first time in ages, I felt truly disconnected from the world. The overall feeling was rather eerie. The silence was deafening, but we didn’t mind. I was in a state of solitude.
And I loved it.
Shirt by Hugo Boss, trousers by Prada, watch by Rolex, sandals by Celine
The first thing that came to my mind when Citi Bikes launched in New York City last year was “THEY’RE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME!” I’ve always been petrified of using bicycles in a big city. I think it has something do with my constant fear of being hit by a fast-moving vehicle. It’s already bad that I’ve almost gotten hit MANY, MANY times by a car/bus/truck WHILE WALKING let alone being on a bike. The last time I used a bike was in Paris about a year and a half ago when Rumi and I rented Velibs, not to bike around Paris but to use as props for our blogs…HAH!
I walked past shop with a sign that said “BIKE RENTAL” on our second day in Rome. Mr. Sweden and I went inside. I was curious what their bikes looked like. I was amazed how they have mini bikes, perfect for my petite self. After two days of Uber-ing and cabbing around Rome, I thought it would be refreshing to channel my inner Sporty Spice, rent a bike for an hour or two, see where our bikes lead us. Lo and behold we ended biking for four hours that day, with a quick pit stop at our hotel for an outfit change.
We loved biking so much we decided to come back to the same shop the following morning to do it again but alas, the shop was closed. After half an hour, I found another company and we rented slightly bigger bikes, not for a few hours but for a few days!
In a span of four days, I biked approximately 150 kilometers. We literally biked EVERYWHERE in Rome. EVERYWHERE! EVERYDAY!For hours each day. Right down to our last day. We’d start a little bit after sunrise and go back to the hotel by dusk. Saw most of the tourist spots and of course, we even went to the city outskirts. We also biked through a huge part of Appia Antica, one of the oldest, most important roads in ancient Rome.
Who knew there was a cyclist in me? I’m shocked! Will I do it again? Hell yes. I think I found a new love. This is so much better than Soul Cycle (which I, agonizingly if I may add, tried once and never went back)!
Feather crown, sweater, legwarmers and sandals by Prada, shorts by Rag & Bone, sunglasses by Balenciaga
Sweater by COS, sweatpants by Zara, sandals by Givenchy (click HERE), sunglasses by Balenciaga
Bracelets by Cartier and Hermes, watch by Rolex
Resurrection. As you can tell from my other social media outlets, namely Instagram, Twitter and Facebook, I’m still alive and I’ve been everywhere!
I know I took a (rather) long hiatus from the blog for various reasons beyond my control. Endless back-to-back trips happened — Costa Rica, San Francisco, Dubai, Florence, a quick jaunt to Madrid, followed by the usual Fashion Month festivities in New York, Milan, Paris, my week-long holiday in Rome followed by a pit stop in Stockholm and lastly, Madrid. In between New York and Madrid, before the European Collections started, my laptop crashed, effectively disconnecting me from the wired world of the interwebs.
Anyhoo, I’m finally back home, in my apartment, armed with a new laptop. I can’t wait to share to you all my adventures.
Feather crown by Prada, bracelet by Carier, watch by Rolex
It’s no secret that I’m a HUGE Miuccia fan, however, believe it or not, I haven’t bought anything Prada during fall 2013. Things will most definitely change next season though. They’ve just released their Resort 2014 ad campaign video and boy oh boy, the tropical prints are screaming to be worn…
You must be living in a different planet if you haven’t seen Miuccia Prada’s blockbuster spring-summer 2014 collection. Her usual venue, Via Foggazzaro 36, turned into a museum of all sorts, thanks to the murals on the walls featuring artists she cherry-picked. Talk about a visual and sensory feast! Don’t even get me started on the colourful, intarsia furs. Or when Britney’s latest track, “Work Bitch”, blared through the speakers. This is definitely one of those Prada shows that you get so high from watching and everything else after that is a downer. Bravo!
Houston Stockholm, we have a problem.
Ever heard of the phrase “Stockholm Syndrome”? Here’s a little fun fact for you — in 1973, several employees of the former Kreditbanken in Norrmalmstorgwere held hostage. During the standoff, the victims became emotionally attached and even defended their captors after they were freed. The ground floor of the same building is now the home of the Acne flagship store in Stockholm. The rest of the building now belongs to Nobis hotel where I stayed at for a week. You could only imagine how often I went downstairs to Acne. Rumi and I must’ve been there at least twice a day. I literally bought something new every day. It was so awkward telling staffers that it was somewhat pointless to wrap my purchases in tissue paper (and huge paperbags) because I’m literally staying a few floors up.
Oh Acne. Acne, Acne, Acne. Why oh why do you make some of the most relevant clothes around? You’re so dangerous to my bank account.
Sunglasses by Saint Laurent, “MAPE” leather biker jacket with shearling collar by ACNE (click HERE), tank top by COS, “Orlando” crushed velvet trousers by ACNE, bag by Salvatore Ferragamo, sandals by Prada