6.29.16 // In retrospect, I think the passion and love that I hold for fashion is rather unexpected. I was never one to care much about what I wore, and I was never one who prioritised style over any other element. To be completely honest, my mom had decided what I wore for an embarrassingly long time. It probably wasn't until my freshmen...

Une fleur féroce is a tough flower. A strong flower. And I think often times, flowers are almost always perceived to be fragile and dainty. Subsequently, becoming a classic, and although, beautiful, yet misleading metaphor for femininity. Growing up in an age where the status quo is encouraged to be broken, where prominent female recognitions are found in fields not normally deemed for women, it's...

Now that summer's-a-bloomin' and the temperature's slowly creeping above what should be humanly possible to tolerate, almost everyone wastes no time to bust out those crop-top and and booty-shorts. Interestingly enough, I've never been one to normally gravitate towards shorts when it comes to choosing my outfit in the morning. If the weather permits, I'd much rather spend my days in a pair...

Welcome back once again, ladies and gentlemen. How do you do. Happy to be here. And in the midst of all this universally agreed chaos that is Monday, the only thing that probably mitigates the reality of this unfortunately heavily stigmatised day, is the fact that it's summer (!!!) and the probability of me bumming around all day without guilt has gone off...

Hello hello! And welcome to my little corner of the ever-so-immense interweb. And if there's one thing all my failed relationships have taught me: it's that honesty is key. So, I'm not going to pretend this isn't my third go at a blog already... because it is. Here's to the beginnings of another uneventful summer.  Do enjoy. And I'll catch you on the...