Hooray to Gay

July 31, 2013 § Leave a comment


My activities of this weekend included drooling over Minimarket shoes that an unemployed grad no way could ever afford, drinking Mimosas (to make this can’t-afford pain go away) and hitting the Baltic Pride in Vilnius (see above).

So in general I have some sort of an emotional peanut allergy to intolerance and people supporting all this anti-gay nonsense.  My own sexual adventures make me feel like a Parisian flapper circa the roaring 20s, hense I am not really in a position to judge anyone here.

But the thing that struck me the most during the Pride was that all the cool dressed people were waving rainbow flags, whereas people rocking sandals with socks just wouldn’t shut up about how sinful homosexual relationships are (which by the way is a completely stupid argument, because if you don’t sin, Jesus died for nothing, ey).

I am thinking of putting all these longs hours spent cracking SPSS in practice and finding a statistical correlation between one’s sense of style and social liberalism. There must be one, right?  Why else I would be crushing over every single overly metrosexual looking my way. 


Busy and Very Important

May 3, 2013 § Leave a comment

Screen Shot 2013-05-03 at 10.40.10 AMOnce this Danish guy told me that I have a natural talent for giving presentations. He was like, yeaaah, you just go out there and own it, being all smart and funny with your PPT slides.

I actually choose to ignore the fact that this was said at 2am outside some random bar, the guy was giving me the whole take-me-home look and back in those days I used to make pink Powerpoint slides with little hearts instead of bullet points.

I kind of prefer to think that I actually do have a natural talent for presenting.

Or that I’m smart and funny (despite the fact that I got this “smart and funny” thing once 4 years ago, and “you say so much shit” is basically all I hear these days).

Surprisingly, there are still some lost souls out there that do enjoy my words of wisdom. Well because all the stuff I say is so wise, doh’.

In case you haven’t checked Stiliukas yet, you should.  I was a busy and very important guest editor there for a week, sharing my thoughts on nail polish and other existential matters. Here it goes once again:

1. The Slutty Lesbian Virgin Suicides by Maje


During the last 4 months I spent more time looking for a dress for my Master’s graduation party than actually writing my thesis (I genuinely hope my supervisor is not reading this, even though between you and me, he could benefit from checking one or two fashion blogs)

Anyways, I think I found THE dress. Maje calls it Columbe, which is apparently French for a dove, but I feel that slutty (20 centimeters above the knee) lesbian (rolled up sleeves) virgin suicides ‘(baby blue and all) is a little bit more appropriate for the look.



Frank Ocean once said: I believe that marriage isn’t between a man and a woman but between love & love.

Hence… Mr COS Perspex Heel Shoe, will you marry me?



Have you guys checked the L’ÉTÉ PAPILLON DE CHANEL Makeup Collection for Summer 2013?

First, I thought this nail polish was called Belarus. Like blue glitter and all.

But apparently it’s Bel-Argus. My bad.

In my own defense, the last time I wore Chanel’s Peridot, I was mistaken for a Polish hooker. Belarus only seemed like a natural next step.

4. iPad vs iPad case

17O126-100_A_111_2Today I woke up thinking that I really need an Ipad. And only because I am dying for this Acne Onyx iPad case. Given that they both cost pretty much the same, most likely I would have to pick one of the two.

You reckon if I stuff the case with old Cosmopolitans, I can trick people into thinking there’s an actual iPad inside?

5. Vitaly Design


A couple of months ago I made friends with this Canadian guy in Thailand who was some sort of a jewelry designer.  Not sure you could technically call that ’making friends’ because I was working on my second bucket of rum/ diet coke in front of 7-eleven, his buddy was fixing my smudged make up and I can’t remember most of the conversation.

Nonetheless, I tracked down the guy’s website (I know, very CIA of me) and Vitaly Design actually makes pretty hip jewellery.

Their double rings are a bit too much of ‘a gangster that went to a private school’ for my taste, but then again some other stuff is very Love Aesthetics-ish. Kind of makes me want to swipe my credit card like there’s no tomorrow. Tomorrow, where I am an unemployed recent grad asking parents for money to afford a gin& diet tonic.

Note to myself, Canada is yet another market for potential husbands (along with Swedish snowboarders, French wine makers, Australian farmers and Russian Sugar daddies)

Who do you think you are?

April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment


Who? Somekind of superstar.

This week I will be guest editing Stiliukas.

That’s pretty much my theme song of the week:


Post Asia Crisis

February 17, 2013 § Leave a comment


I do have to admit that traveling in South East Asia was one of the most profound and life-changing experiences I have ever had.

Mainly because I survived 5 weeks without a hairdryer, went trekking through a jungle barefoot and had to share my bathroom with like 20 people.

That being said, here goes some photos that I stole borrowed from George Lim, this kiwi guy with a massive camera that I met when traveling. I actually did not know that I could bend in such ways. Raging hormones when the sun goes down, anyone ?


But the life back in Europe is also not easy. I am officially experiencing a Post Asia Crisis.

I spent the first 5 days laying in my bed in a fetus position eating rice crackers and listening to Oasis’ Wonderwall on repeat. Which was a major bummer because my tan faded away without my friendenemies getting a chance to see it and get jealous.

I also spent hours and hours on Won Hundred’s website drooling over  S/S2013. Which was even a bigger bummer as rice crackers is as much as I can afford at the moment.

Now I am considering getting a spray tan (if my credit card doesn’t get declined), turning all the heaters on at home and watching YouTube videos of sea. In HD.

The Sartorialist’s book signing in Seoul

November 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

You know how people ask: If you could meet one person, who would that be?

I assume some people would rather go for Benjamin Franklin, Isaac Newton or Confucius, but oh come on. Would you really take any of them home on Saturday night? I mean they ain’t really the Aussie-eye-candy-that-you-would-drunkenly-make-out-with-in-Thailand-while-sipping-your-bucket-of-rum type.

That being said, it was a no-brainer for me to spend my 2 weeks lunch money on a book just to get it signed by Scott Schuman, the man, The Sartorialist.

Garace Doré you are so going down.

Model off-duty (In my dreams)

November 17, 2012 § Leave a comment

Time for a little ego trip!

Me rocking my snake-skin loafers just before The Sartorialist book signing in Gangnam. I am a tad disappointed that it took me 5 days to find a nail polish that matches the dark green tone of my shoes and you can barely see it in the pic, but at least for a change my hair doesn’t look like a chick’s who has been running on the treadmill since she was dumped at the altar three weeks ago.

Via Steady.

Ignorance is Bliss

November 10, 2012 § 1 Comment

You know how this Orwell dude said that “War is peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength”? Well they say it’s about the Cold War, but I am so not buying it.

I am pretty sure it’s in reference to shopping. Like me voluntarily choosing to ignore my credit card’s balance ( If you are my account manager at HSBC, please oh please disregard the latter statement ) and keep on buying shoes even though it means that I may  need to consider robbing a food bank. But think of it. Shoes obviously make you a more fabulous person, which is one heck of a strength. So Ignorance is Strength. And also a bliss. Makes perfect sense, right?

This time I scouted  two pairs of shoes at Myeong-dong in 15 minutes. SCORE emotionally, FAIL financially. The black ones are very much Acne Tassel Loafers (SS12) inspired, whereas the green ones are more what I call classy with a funky twist. Plus the shopping assistant kept on saying “soft cow, soft cow” and hissing as if he was an anaconda himself. How can a post-soviet girl say no to snake-skin.

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