Month: April 2015

On the Road to Acne-Free Skin | What’s in my kit?

Some people have without trying, others want it but never really bother; the rest of us mere mortals will slather, slap and rub in anything, just to get the rare glimpse of it. What am I talking about? Good skin. I come from a family of faces riddled with acne. So much so, that by the tender age of 16, I had pretty much given up. I knew even back then, that the odds were stacked so high against me. Considering my grandmother still fought her battles against the pustuled menace, what chance in hell did I have? It wasn’t a diet or a hygiene issue; my body was against me. Yet flash forward to the present day and I sometimes get asked about my skin. The first time this happened, I recoiled in both shock and shame. How could anyone think, that the girl once likened to a puffer fish (by a mean boy in the school playground), could have good skin? I had gotten so used to hating my skin, that I didn’t even register that it had …

Thank the Lord for… Coats

Who knew I could miss wool so much? Living in Thailand has its upsides, but that comfortable snug feeling of a woolen coat… isn’t one of them. Even though the weather’s looking up here in Berlin, I’m milking this look for all it’s worth. ^^ Sans coat. Wool Coat: Vintage. Cardigan: Zara. Jeans: H&M. Boots: Timbaland@Asos. Vest/Top: Zara (old).  We spent the afternoon walking around some of Berlin’s many parks, stopping for the not-so-occasional Bellini.

Homecoming | What happens when you finally return…

It was the books. Children, at all cost, should be kept away from books. My formative years were spent cutting out ‘plans’ from the likes of Conde Nast’s Traveller and imagining all sorts of mischief I could get up to in those far away unpronounceable lands. I whiled away time reading the likes of The Swiss Family Robinson and just hoping that with some sheer stroke of luck, I too could be marooned on a far off island – but of course with the ability to snap my finger and magic myself  some home comforts, like hot cocoa, more books and a nice warm bath. I have always lived a life looking out. My surroundings, where my unconventional tastes and sensibilities made me both a target and pariah, definitely contributed to the need to escape. There’s really no need to delve into the particulars of it all, because I’m still personally making sense of it all. What was at least certain was that I have always wanted to be free. But from what? I wouldn’t dare call myself an escapist – But aren’t …