images via Maja Wyh

Slouched back style yet fashionably chic with little trace of tramp to her style or face. She is the ultimate combination of Parisian cool, mixed with Swedish minimalism mixed with a hint of New York androgyny, all rounded off with a London face of perfected steel.

What a mouthful! 

My girl crushes on the Kendall’s and Cara's of this world have passed their hay day and I’m on to the next one! One thing that works in Maja's favour (obviously, otherwise we’d all be rocking up out of bed looking like that) has got to be her height. Height is my major downfall. I mean, who wants to be someone’s bundle of joy,the ‘little one’, cute but feisty – Just NO!!! Give me some height and it might rid me of my short and stumpy legs, along with the Jersey shore term of ‘meatballs’. 

Next has got to be that German heritage. The cool, laid-back and highly efficient nature of  zee Germans has got to be another factor pretty high up there as to why we can’t all just be Ms Wyh. Finally, it’s that hair! It’s got no sign of London contaminated air or any sign of that pushing and shoving through public transport, rain on the day the weather woman said IT WAS GOING TO BE HOT or day three of being a girl and the shameful signs of greesy hair.

Nothing has changed, but I absolutely can't get rid of my love for the oversized thing i've had going on for years now and i'm glad it is still up there with what is hot for this season. Wide sleeves, legs and fits are in, paired with something  tight to bring back that feminine appeal.



Hidden in the slopes of Oslo, Netherlands is a magical place called Hollenkollen, a ski jumping hill the size of..well I couldn't tell you. What I can say is even if I was scared of heights, absolutely hated the cold orr had the choice to lie on a beach on a Croatian island. I would jump at the opportunity of living in this bad boy! 

Living at that height would be a far less traumatic experience with the interiors being so damn amazing. For something that is so angular & futuristic, it has been turned into a warm, personality filled home with all the design features I would wish for in my own home.

Minimalistic with hints of colour, warm fabrics with lots of open space, cosy but simplified. I have basically changed my mind. I no longer want to run away to live in a tree house, this will do just fine! :)



I am officially having withdrawal symptoms...

It has been just over a week since being back in London from my much anticipated trip to Ibiza for my yearly ritual of a yoga retreat at the Lotus Pad with the amazing Wendy Buttery, followed by a couple of days roaming around the island hitting up incredible beaches, small towns and mayybee just a few clubs, which ultimately leads to going out every day.

 It’s funny and getting pretty irritating when anyone questions me going to Ibiza for a yoga retreat. Their response is almost questioning my choice of place, which granted does go against the norm. Well the norm in their eyes, but I see Ibiza as the perfect place to go on a yoga retreat. I mean, do you know the other side of the island?? Obviously not.

The low-down in short is…the southern and western side of the island are known for mad cubbing with highs off drugs and alcohol, but to everyone’s surprise the rest of the island is actually very tranquil, inviting romantic breaks for couples, relaxing family vakays and yoga and spa retreats for the singltons. For me it has got to be the pared down hippie style paired with a healthy green (sometimes all veg) organic, superfoody diet that makes Ibiza the spot to hit every summer.
So anyway, back to my actual trip, another year of the most amazing hatha/vinyasa yoga and meditation in the outdoors, faced with scorching heat in the morning and evening helping to warm up and stretch out my very tight muscles. After all the training I did to look and feel my best for this holiday, it was much needed. I mean if going to the gym twice a day following a very strict high protein, low carb, vegetarian diet 3 to 5 times a day with very little or no sleep can’t do it, then what will? I am not going to complain because I actually loved it and surprisingly waking up at 5:30am naturally and sleeping at 12:30am gave me more energy than ever!! I was (and I say cockily) in my ideal shape! But 1 week later and 4 extra days on the other side of the island and I am now back to normal and at the gym twice a day. I will not complain.

I now sit everyday at my desk obviously appreciating the incredible life and adventures I have living in London, but secretly looking at flights to one day make that one way trip with no return mwah ha ha.

Spending my days doing yoga, reading, talking, listening to music, swimming, eating, eating and eating sounds prettty perfect while you are soaking up the sun (which I have to admit I do run away from a lot of the time), especially when I had no worries and care for what was going on back at home. I go on and on about how I love a routine. But really for at like 4 weeks a year I think breaking the mould and going against that routine can do wonders for our digitally hectic, socially over active and professionally strained minds and body.