YANG LI YANG LI

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Yang Li jacket, trousers and t-shirt, Converse sneakers, CHairEYES sunglasses | Photographs by Amber Yang

I’ve stalked the archives, I’ve trxpped over 90’s Margielas. But if there’s anyone contemporarily cool doing black its greatest justice, then it’s Yang Li. Sorry if I’ve professed/obsessed my love for his clothes all too much up here (and in IRL), but this is the kind of silhouette I’m happy to rep for life: menswear, tailored, in-n-out of proportions – black with a soul, manly with vigorous twist. Thank you Dong Liang for stocking my favorite designers, as always.

I’m back in Beijing. Stepped off a direct flight, got whirled into chaotic chaos and now I’m all sticky-sweaty, but it’s all ok because I’m finally breathing it all in (and coughing a little). I still have to head back to Vienna to get some more visa stuff done, but come August I’ll be fully settled in the Jing – if the last of the summer heatwave doesn’t get to me first. Going to keep this a short one – let’s stay updated via the gram.

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COS shirt, Stefanel trousers, Ann Demeulemeester heels, Mansur Gavriel clutch, SUPER sunglasses.

Summer is here and the ultimate FWP emerges once more: sunglasses digging into your foundationed cheeks leaving marks, and your foundation retaliating by dirtying your sunglasses. I know you know what I mean. I’m in Vienna these days, checking off admin tasks in preparation for my relocation to Beijing. Time seems to merge into one giant blob, and daily activities consist of ice-cream licking while watching Chinese series, biking and skating through Prater, and potentially terrorizing the u-bahn with my bitch face.

In other news, I got my university degree results back this week. Better than I hoped, better than I expected. I got a First. A fucking FIRST. How????? I’ve been distracted and basically a complete anarchist against The System, hating every elitist and society-requires-this aspect of it. Yet a First shows up on my screen and the asian nerd in me cannot help but bat her lashes proudly? I’m ashamed and exuberant at the same time. I have a lot to say about the System and about university so I’ll definitely be writing a separate post on this next – mostly inspired by Melisa who also studied in Edinburgh. I’m not against education, but I do think that, in this digital day and transient age, a certain Refresh button needs to be pressed once in a while to keep things relevant, challenging and inspiring.

For now, let’s just thank the sun for its rays and that my white-as-bread feet can slip into these gorgeous Ann D’s and get some damned color in them – odd tan lines and all. Bookmark away as academic venting will be continued. Get your popcorn ready.

SO C(H)UFFED

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Stefanel culottes, & Other Stories slippers, MM6 Maison Margiela tote

Currently unpacking/packing/re-packing and found this old bracelet that seems to double up as an anklet quite nicely. All-black tends to get very 2D slash same-like so I feel like this adds…something. Partially inspired by those Miu Miu ballet flats, and partially due to my inability to throw away things I really ought to throw away.