>> This is quite possibly the most nonsensical amalgamated post but it is exactly that; amalgamated because individually, each component would be even more fluffy as a post.  Instead, why not bosh them altogether so that you can traverse around the corners of my My Pictures folder on my laptop - FUN times.  I'll try and be orderly about it and use numbered items eh?

Item 1) Why am I NOT feeling the cold wearing some heat tech, a Natascha Stolle for ASOS jacket, a Mary Katrantzou dress over vintage polka dot trews and my creepers...?  

Because this snow is lush, white, fluffy and incredibly satisfying to walk through.

If this was meh-London-grey-sludgey snow, I'd be freezing my tits off and walking around with a scowl.

Seriously though, why is it I'm NOT feeling the cold here?  Even falling down a couple of times left me with a smile on my face.  

Ok, the title is a lie  It will and has been raining on me on numerous occasions, but the question is NOT whether I will get wet.  Because that is a certainty for someone like me who refuses to carry an umbrella given that I lose about ten brollies every year.  No, the question is, whether I'll be happy to get wet, which is down to whether I have something like this bit of rain outer gear to keep the spirits up.  Not only will I be happy to get wet, I will literally skip down the street which will inevitably make me trip up on a rock and even when I land on my arse and bruise myself, I'll still be a happy chappie because I'll be wearing this polka dot clear rain mac.

(Photography by Kate Rodgers for Dazed Digital)

>> Woohoo!  Two posts in a row starting with complaints about shitty flights.  Well, after much delay, I'm back in town after my very very short jaunt to Florence for Pitti.  I have lots of Pitti bits and bobs to post up that are neatly stacked up in the form of business cards, lookbooks and sneaky snaps on the sly (alas, tradeshows are not the most camera-friendly places in the world...).  First up though, I'll go all superficial and do the usual "Here's what I bought!" thing.  To be honest, I didn't really expect to be spending any money whilst out in Florence given that there's a delish press restaurant at Pitti to feed me and I wasn't there to gander the streets shopping.