This is what I look like when I’m working from home and I’ve only just taken my morning shower at 1:30 pm. Not that I do this all the time—half of the week I’m in the offices, busy writing, emailing, getting frustrated with PRs, and the rest of the time I’m doing my grind all over London, going hard on my Oyster card. Spent the whole day at Glass yesterday then met with Tokyo afterwards to discuss video things, got home late and stayed up way later editing ROUGH articles and arranging for press access at the Zebra Katz show tonight which I’m covering for our feature on him. Btw I had to wake up ridiculously early this morning to make my Chinese visa appointment (they rejected me for 12-month multiple entries and only gave me a single entry one because my ‘birth certificate photocopy is too blurry and isn’t clear enough, we can barely read it’?? WTF GUYS) and I ran into my friend out on the street in the middle of the City, dude suited up, introducing me to his investment associate, making 60k a year on an entry-level job, and they’re checking me out and I’m wearing bright pink sunglasses with no makeup because this was just a visa run I didn’t think I was going to see anybody, but the truth is let’s not make excuses, here’s me; hair unwashed, hustling for magazines, modeling shoes and facescrubs and shit on the weekend, editing translated Chinese academic journal article abstracts for Tongji University publishing house in my spare time for the cash dollars, and sitting at home right now blogging about the Paris mens shows for Glass. And I have a LCF graduate presentation to go and report on in the evening at Hackney House, meanwhile need to find time to write up and publish my ROUGH photos for Store Street Espresso x Empiyah Clothing, then somehow make it over to Notting Hill for Zebra Katz right after it all. Don’t even have time to blowdry my hair anymore because I just wasted it on this blog post. This shit never stops and I can’t actually tell if this life is working out for me or not. I mean, I love it. But I sort of also don’t.

This is what I look like when I’m working from home and I’ve only just taken my morning shower at 1:30 pm.

Not that I do this all the time—half of the week I’m in the offices, busy writing, emailing, getting frustrated with PRs, and the rest of the time I’m doing my grind all over London, going hard on my Oyster card. Spent the whole day at Glass yesterday then met with Tokyo afterwards to discuss video things, got home late and stayed up way later editing ROUGH articles and arranging for press access at the Zebra Katz show tonight which I’m covering for our feature on him. Btw I had to wake up ridiculously early this morning to make my Chinese visa appointment (they rejected me for 12-month multiple entries and only gave me a single entry one because my ‘birth certificate photocopy is too blurry and isn’t clear enough, we can barely read it’?? WTF GUYS) and I ran into my friend out on the street in the middle of the City, dude suited up, introducing me to his investment associate, making 60k a year on an entry-level job, and they’re checking me out and I’m wearing bright pink sunglasses with no makeup because this was just a visa run I didn’t think I was going to see anybody, but the truth is let’s not make excuses, here’s me; hair unwashed, hustling for magazines, modeling shoes and facescrubs and shit on the weekend, editing translated Chinese academic journal article abstracts for Tongji University publishing house in my spare time for the cash dollars, and sitting at home right now blogging about the Paris mens shows for Glass. And I have a LCF graduate presentation to go and report on in the evening at Hackney House, meanwhile need to find time to write up and publish my ROUGH photos for Store Street Espresso x Empiyah Clothing, then somehow make it over to Notting Hill for Zebra Katz right after it all.

Don’t even have time to blowdry my hair anymore because I just wasted it on this blog post. This shit never stops and I can’t actually tell if this life is working out for me or not. I mean, I love it. But I sort of also don’t.

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