Back home. And back with a new style column.
It took me longer than usual to unpack this time. I could blame it on the jetlag. Or on the fact that our new neighbours decided to have their housewarming party this weekend (the note on the front door read: "Wanna get fucked up? 4th floor!" Yes, they're 20. Yes, they have an appalling taste in music. Yes, [...] strewth! it’s the aussie shopping guide!
Back home. And back with a new style column.
It took me longer than usual to unpack this time. I could blame it on the jetlag. Or on the fact that our new neighbours decided to have their housewarming party this weekend (the note on the front door read: "Wanna get fucked up? 4th floor!" Yes, they're 20. Yes, they have an appalling taste in music. Yes, [...] 
Apparently, there's nothing I wouldn't disclose in the Slomo style column. Even owning Ugg boots.
These are my Ugg boots.
Honestly, I never wanted it to come to this. But I had no choice. The winter three years ago was too hard, my feet were too cold and didn't Uggs look at least okay? And if not okay, didn't they look warm? I tried them on in the [...] 
So now that we've got the outfits for the holidays sorted, how about some presents?
Top of my wishlist that I've put together for the Slomo style column are these black, patent leather Louboutins I spotted in Paris. They're ridiculous, I know. But no less ridiculous than my recurring wish that just once I'd like to be the kind of person who's bought all [...] 
Is it really Monday again? Time for a new style column on Slomo.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Sandra took pictures of my wardrobe. Which made me notice, just how many blue shirts I own. Which made her notice, how surprisingly reduced the contents of my closet are.
Surprising, because: she had seen me in Paris, when I was extremly unreserved with [...] 
It's Monday! Style column day. Or should I say: hat day?
Back when Okka and I shared an office, we'd have "writing cap days". An invention of Okka's and one that was quite genius. When either of us was wearing a woollen cap, the other one knew: she has to concentrate on writing and in order for her to finish the damn article without having a nervous [...] 
