Coat – Mango. White Jeans – AG Jeans. Shoes – Isabel Marant. Scarf – Zara.
Coat – Mango. Boots – Margiela for H&M. Bag – Mansur Gavriel. Scarf – Acne (Similar).
Coat – Mango (blazer version). Boots – Margiela for H&M. Bag – Mansur Gavriel. Scarf – Acne (Similar).
Two glorious weeks in Seoul boiled down to a mere 30 photos – either I’ve had my chronic indecisiveness miraculously cured, or someone broke into the flat during the night and (miraculously) edited down the lot. If it’s the latter I also wish they touched me before sneaking out. All kidding aside, once I’d dealt with the two-freaking-thousand files that choked up the ‘SEOUL 2014’ folder, I found myself at a bind, because even with a more manageable bunch Seoul was just too big, dynamic, entertaining, nostalgic, and exotic to ‘boil down’ into one sweeping summary.
Over the two weeks, I reconnected with friends and relatives I hadn’t seen in about seven years, and visited my grandmother who fed the same type of fried fish she used to hide inside my spoonful of rice when I was little; then my Caucasian husband arrived midway through, and the city was suddenly an exotic new ground with every corner fascinating. In a nutshell: the people were supremely enjoyable, the fashion essential, and the food unbearably sexy. Tradition and modernity co-exist in great harmony, and this I personally adored how much the young people embrace and pride in the heritage.
Well, I do realize as I am technically tooting my own people’s horn here and may not be the best person to lend impartial image of the city but then again you’re not here for impartial reviews, are you?! Because in the next post I’m going to rave about honey pancakes and nobody is allowed to tell me I’m meant to be off fried food and gluten.