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The morning train is quite a site for shoe-gazing. I especially like, and envy, looking at the ladies who have their hair perfectly coiffured with a fully made-up face, wearing a nice suit paired with an expensive (looking!) pair of heels. This morning was no exception. Two ladies boarded the train in a pair of staggeringly high heels, and I can't ( Read more... )

I was nearly run over by a motorcycle this morning.

That left me frazzled for a while, but what pissed me off even more was that the bloody apek did not even look at where he was going. Turning out of the junction, he blatantly plundered into my path without even attempting to slow down or steer away. At that point, I was cursing and wishing upon ( Read more... )

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I don’t care much about what happens on the runways; to me, the street is where the REAL action is. Tons of great looks by glamorous fashion editors, edgy fashion lovers and your average celebrity fill the cobble-stoned streets of Paris, as they await entrance to coveted fashion shows.

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simplicity... no routine...


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It is with a heavy heart that I announce I am letting go of not one, but TWO, authentic vintage dresses that I have worn with love from the bottom of that same heavy heart. Mind you, this is not the so-called vintage stuff that you find on all four shopping levels of Far East Plaza. Instead, it is quality vintage togs, complete with metal hooks and ( Read more... )