This compilation of outfits is sort of a diary of how my style evolves and changes during the first winter months, for me to see what affects the way I dress and for you to see which combinations of clothes I thought would be suitable for the day. I think it's interesting to see how I have different periods where I favour a couple of colours over others, and I wear those almost exclusively. Also a lot of the time I have very girly periods with floral prints and dresses, which makes this month an interesting and notable exception. This month it seems to be a combination of grey and browns, as those appear in my shoes, bag, coat etc. Might have something to do with the overall gloominess of the month, but something just drove me to those colours daily like a moth to a flame. I will make an effort of capturing more looks during the month in the future as this obviously only shows the outfits that I thought looked somewhat decent. I might even make this into a monthly series if I feel like it. There are a couple of university pieces that I would like to share with you including an interview with a fashion PR consultant and a piece about the emergence of 60s youth subcultures and their effect on fashion. If you people would be interested in seeing those do let me know! Also if you couldn't care less and you'd rather see me ramble on about my uninteresting life, I would also like to have knowledge of that. I would appreciate any feedback at all. So without further ado, here are some of my outfit ensembles of the month! Stay cool people.

The fashion obsessed freak that I am, I decided to book tickets for a catwalk show at the London Fashion Weekend that happened straight after the real fashion week for actual fashionistas. Me and my friend Laura planned our outfits days in advance, trying on different combinations that would say ”I know about currents trends and I flaunt them with just the right amount of individuality”, a process that any self respectable fashionista goes through before important events as such. When the outfits were perfected to the right standard, we put on our highest heels so that we coud demonstrate how much we're willing to suffer for fashion, and promenaded to the event. I was happy with comments like ”hello princess”, whilst Laura had various people adoring her new coat. This is how we knew they were successful outfits, and that the fashion world were definitely ready for our fabulous presence. On top of the bunch of free stuff we got, we had the chance to feel the excitement of the mainly girl crowd, all dressed in their best, to feel like we were a part of something bigger. The room was full of young, passionate and driven girls and boys and it was an honour to be a part of that atmosphere. We were the respected fashion crowd, the new generation of fashion personalities. It was the best feeling, and definitely exceeded all of my expectations. We had the pleasure of seeing the Fyodor Golan show, which had already been showed at the real fashion week to fashion editors and other influential people. Sitting on that front row with our legs crossed, eyeing at the models up and down, not being able to keep an unwavering facial expression like we are supposed to, I knew that this was the place we were meant to be. The show was full of Lady Gaga-esque shoes, colourful and innovative prints and oversized midi skirts in primary colours. An absolute delight to watch. I know I will be back again London fashion week, even if it is not as an invited guest. So that you can also experience the excitement of the event I have added some pictures I took at the show below. Enjoy and keep chasing your dreams!

Reason #1 for being late: trains always take longer than I would think

Everyone knows me the best for being a colossal failure at life. I am known to lose things, be late and generally fail at important yet simple tasks of life. A good example of this is I just happened to be in Greece when the deadline for university hall payments was due, resulting in me not getting a place there, and me realising this two months later. What they don't know is that it's not something that I strive for or want to happen, it just does. I can't explain it, but I feel like there is some kind of universal magnetism in me that makes the bad things happen to me. How is it that everytime I have somewhere important to be, the alarm just doesn't go off, I'm waiting for my new phone to arrive and am therefore late and not contactable? There's no scientific explanation I can come up with except that I am born with a screw-up gene. If I wasn't constantly forgetting about things and being late, I wouldn't be me. It's gone so far that screwing up is now actually called puling a Jennie. Forgot to put your alarm on to wake up for school? You pulled a Jennie. Late to meet your friends by two hours without notice, but you still have an excuse? You pulled a Jennie. I wish I could stop pulling Jennie's but being the creator, I am bound to have a couple screw ups here and there. The thing is that when I actually am early, or have not lost anything for a while, nobody seems to notice. It is so much easier to see when I make the mistake. ”Well, what else is new Jennie?”. I bet others get a lot of enjoyment from seeing me do these things over and over again, it's sort of like the real life shenanigans of a female Mr. Bean. It's sort of a comedy show that I am hosting unwillingly, but am still known for. Imagine if I started a new show huh? If Mr. Bean ever stars in another movie, trying to act like a normal being, you will always see him as that pathetic excuse of a person. He will never be able to pull off another perhaps more serious role in his life. Poor Mr. Bean.

Reason #2 for being late: the selfie has to be taken before your face gets all worn out during the day, am i right?