Not the most winter friendliest coat but you're sure to stand out like a commuter smiling at 8:30am amongst everyone else carrying the weight of the weather on their shoulders. I've lived in zone 2 London for two months now and I've become accustomed to the etiquette of commuter dressing. The recipe. When you wear a wool coat over a wool jumper, you have indeed fallen into the lava of Bowser's castle. I have no idea if it's an asian thing but since I was young, it has been drilled into me by my parents that as long as your neck is warm then the rest of the body will follow suit. For the colder commutes outside of the underground, it is key for battling those baltic winds. For the warmer commutes in the underground, it becomes convenient to take off mid- rush down the left side of the escalator hoping to squeeze into a train like it's the last one even though one arrives every 1 minute. 
Coat, H&M*/ jeans, Topshop


I spent the entirety of my summer documenting various 
moments on film. All taken on my Olympus miu on Portra 400 
and Kodak Gold 200. Some of these photos I'm super glad
I have, like the one at my graduation. Two days after, 
I lost my phone, including all those precious photos of my 
graduation so the one I've included is now 1/5 photos I have. It's been 
a few months since I finished my first roll of film so looking back has 
given me the post- holiday blues. As much as I am looking forward to the winter 
festivities and to shoot on more rolls of film, I can't help but feel nostalgic
in the summer that has just past.


It's been a month since moving out of my accommodation of 3 years and back into my family home in Manchester. It was a bitter sweet goodbye but it felt right. It's amazing how quickly you can adapt back into your old roots, something that was unimaginable when you lived independently. It's been easier settling back into the town you grew up in when you maintain the independency you gained by living out. For me, it's been booking my own hairdresser's appointment, finding a good local lash extentions technician and just popping out into town in the middle of the afternoon to run some errands (there seems to be a common theme of self care!). As a post- grad there is always that impending pressure of wanting to flee the nest ASAP (after the family holiday is over and done with of course) but it's not really a choice we have due to financial instability. Mind you, I've been popping down to London every weekend so I've been lucky enough to experience the familiarity of both worlds. What I do miss is the constant of a job while I was in London, the convenience of arranging a meet up after work was just SO easy and simple. You're killing two birds with one stone, the feeling of productivity and socialising.
blazer, zara/ shoes, ASOS


top, house of holland via ASOS/ skirt, miss selfridge*/ shoes, Y-3 adidas 
suit, H&M
top, ASOS/ jeans, topshop editor (similar here)/ shoes, zara
dress, zara
suit, zara


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Here's a thought. There's something about coffee shops that propels the creativity flow for hours on end, being outside of somewhere other than your home, office or the library is just a tad bit exciting. I mean, you do solid work because at the end of the day you know you're rewarded with the aesthetically pleasing surrounding and the basic coffee Instagram. I'm a huge fan of The Grind, I've been to a fair few dotted around London but I have got to say, Greenwich Grind is by far my fave. (opinion was absolutely not influenced by a double whammy sausage dog sighting)

Sooooo. January! Wow. Hello. The most morbid month of the year, the one month that doesn't *really* count because you're just about adjusting to reality once again after weeks of festivities and precious time with loved ones. A lot of changes have happened this month, but also not a lot if that makes sense? More like, the ideas have been stirring in the pot for the remaining months of 2018 but they finally happened this month. I quit Topshop. I gave my final answer to my university of wanting to discontinue with my masters of pharmacy to brace myself for a complete career change and I started an internship as a fashion assistant. You can imagine the disarray of "but you only have to do one more year? why not just stick it out" and my response always is, then that's just one more year of fighting for something I don't see myself doing. In full time work, you see your colleagues more often than your friends and family and so it's up to you and only you to decide how you want to spend it. I've always been told that fashion is one of those industries that is exclusive and very hard to get into. With my science based background, I didn't expect anyone to take a chance on someone who hasn't been educated at a fashion school. The turning point was when I landed the job working as a sales assistant at Topshop, the job 16 year old me had lusted over. During the early shifts I'd assist the visual merchandisers, styling and re-arranging mannequins on the shop floor and that was something I could see myself doing. There is no right path in trying to make it in the fashion industry, you just need to want it enough to motivate yourself to pursue the opportunities out there. Be open to the weird job listings and always look at your boss, is that a goal you're aiming towards? 
top, Weekday*/ blazer trouser suit co-ord, Zara/ necklaces, Monica vinader; eBay/ watch, obaku