Valley

Full skirts and turtlenecks are all I'm about these days. Sitting across my sister, hugging our mugs to escape the cold bite (I have been told I am a wimp and this is not cold at all) and subsequently inhaling a buffet breakfast of comfort foods because our outside layers have proved ineffective, I am already thinking of how I can wear my gym pants under my trousers and if I can successfully begin the new trend of socks over socks in Zara sippers. Perhaps. 

Today we are setting out to meander our way through the Melbourne CBD yet again, flocking to the areas of the pavement the sun hits come midday. It's been a joy to come back home. The accent, the designers, the coffee and the food are all reasons why I am so proud to call this country my other home. If you do come to Melbourne you absolutely have to try Mexican restaurant Mamasita's on Collins St. Three words. Corn ice cream. Don't knock it 'til you try it. One of my least favourite things about Australia, however, is that hotels can get away with charging you $15 (600PHP) for two hours of wifi. So on that note, I am fast approaching my quota. It's time to burn off last night's Mexican dessert.

Suiteblanco Top, Topshop Skirt, River Island Heels

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Merdeka

Nothing makes you feel like a lady than a soft pink fitted skirt that brushes the knee cap and pleasantly reminds you of one half of the infamous suits Jackie O would be seen sporting circa 1960. Complete with a matching jacket I deemed too warm to wear in the thirty something degree weather this Suiteblanco skirt is the sweet, feminine accent we ladies must acquire for this summer. Think garden tea parties and al fresco lunches sipping on an English Breakfast with the girls.

I happily managed to book my second flight to Kuala Lumpur for the year and was delighted to have more time to get lost and explore a little more of this city that both Echo and I have come to love. Of course, in a twist of fate, that uneasy feeling I felt during this mini shoot was not out of dizzying admiration of Merdeka Square but rather the gradual onslaught of food poisoning, which had me in hospital less than 24 hours later. Of course, a hospital visit and nausea enducing meds could only keep me down for so long and before I knew it I was up and about, this time exploring the insides of Pavilion's Céline emporium. Nothing will cure a sickness quite like the smell of leather on a brand new Céline Trio. 

Suiteblanco Skirt, River Island Top, Zara Heels, MAC Diva Lipstick

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Suiteblanco

There is something wonderfully comforting in matching separates when your schedule is tight. I mean, most of the elbow grease, aka horrid, last minute outfit planning, has been done for you. The inner is really just the accent and then, theres the shoes, and let's face it, nobody labours when it comes to choosing shoes. 

I am absolutely ecstatic to announce that I am now the first ever Fashion Muse for the Suiteblanco High Summer collection. I know most of you are aware the Spanish brand hit our shores last May, mainly because Izabel Goulart's disgustingly gorgeous face (on top of that revoltingly amazing body) is peering over you when you enter the store. The High Summer collection in all its European glory is just what I need for the summer, I've had an eye on a few of the pieces for awhile now in, of course, an array of pastel hues. There are exciting things to come in my partnership with Suiteblanco so not to sound like the latest Hollywood movie trailer or anything but...stay tuned…

Wearing all Suiteblanco

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Fedora

There are some days you just want to throw on a hat, do the duck face and pretend your levitating. I don't why. It just happens. 'Layering' for us folk who call cities next to the equator home just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Yet, come "Fall/Winter" our favourite retailers are stocked with a plethora of coats and the like. I guess that's why the malls are always adjusting their air conditioners

to freeze setting. (Am I only the one who feels like that?) Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, come summer time I am all over those sales racks, stocking up on coats I intend to wear during my first white christmas in New York. (I don't know when this will happen, but it will.) But when it's 35 degrees and the top, shorts and sandal combo just isn't quite doing it for me? Enter the fedora hat. The kind of hat that is happily perched on top of all our closets because it just goes with everything. Everything. Ok, not everything but it's a fail-safe addition to your outfit on the days you just want to "layer" and be lazy. And levitate. 

Asos Shorts, Zara Sandals, Mango Top, Daniel Wellington Watch, Thierry Lasry Sunnies, Asos Fedora

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pastel

I feel no shame in admitting I have not only hopped on board the powder blue train, I dare say I will also attempt to hijack it and keep it for myself. A clear favourite during fashion week, there's just something about the milky sweetness of the pastel hue that doesn't scream, but rather gently whispers, a whimsical delicateness. All the more when it comes in a deliciously soft faux leather pencil skirt. There is nothing that I don't love injecting some baby blue into - my planners, sandals, candles and nail polish among other belongings have all fallen victim to my soft-hued revolution. That way, there is never a moment I don't feel like I'm floating aimlessly through the clouds or on the heels of Lupita Nyong'o. I'd gladly hop on the heavenly train of that floating, placid, ice princess-worthy Prada gown too. 

Zara Skirt, Zara Top, Zara Bag, Asos Rings, Sergio Rossi Heels

Photos by Jericho Rosales

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