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December 2, 2015 82 Sydney, Australia

Back to business: which at this time of year, is loosely translated to convincing myself that I can use Thanksgiving as an excuse for the ridiculous amount of food I’ve consumed in the past week.

God Bless America.

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Fine. You guys got me. I haven’t done a straight-up, non-travel, non-editorial or non-work related personal get-up of mine since June. June. Where did the year go? Shooting Christmas trees in October was terrifying enough. On every one of the six flights I sat through last week, take-off and landing were serenaded by painfully awkward jazz interpretations of Yuletide tunes. You know the ones. The new retiree couple sitting across the aisle from you tap their toes and call it ‘groovy’. Michael Bublé is likely responsible (and probably not hating the millions he’s been raking in since I was 12 and thought his name was pronounced Bubble).

Back to business: which at this time of year, is loosely translated to wading my way through the last of my law subjects by way of Summer School (highly recommend smashing out courses in a couple of weeks if you can stomach the obscene price tag… who am I kidding, no student can); recovering from the terrifying jetlag of covering four countries in ten days; convincing myself that I can use Thanksgiving as an excuse for the ridiculous amount of food I’ve consumed in the past week; and deciding whether or not to grow my hair out now that it has started working that sexy shoulder-length Hillary Clinton flick (but for real, what do you guys think?). In my survival of all of these trivial problems, various incarnations of this look have basically been my staple set since final exams started a few weeks ago:

  • Hair up and drowned in seasalt spray to hide its dire need for Paloma’s attention (and probable admonishment at the state of my scalp given that I keep forgetting to pack shampoo and conditioner on work trips, so end up relying on atrociously packaged and gloriously dehydrating hotel bathroom kits). Also, #asiangirlhairproblems.
  • Some variety of a corporate-blue, slouchy man shirt.
  • Lacey bralette to remind yourself that you are not, in fact, asexual (as much as the law library makes you feel it).
  • The world’s most comfortable dressing gown disguised as a razor sharp blazer: preferably longline to balance out the ludicrous amount of fabric surrounding your ankles.

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The illusion of having your life together (underlined by comfort) is key.

Onwards, soldier.

Céline Blazer – Matin Lace-up Shirt – CMEO Collective Trousers – RMK Heels – Eyland Alda Necklace – Daniel Avakian Necktie – Anine Bing Bralette – Saint AM Sunglasses