Yuzzo coat, H&M top, Zara pants, and Nike sneakers.
Little me who knows nothing about skate culture and who tried skateboarding at 12 in hopes of becoming more like Avril and who failed drastically, will now talk about skate culture. From an outsider’s POV, the skate world is like a more outdoorsy and t-shirt wearing yoga retreat. It’s rhythmic, beautiful and seamless to look at, and has such a warm community feel.

I headed to Saughton skate park last weekend with Lucy, and was so warmed by all the types of people there: older, younger, girls and boys. Just t-shirts and tricks and movement and hanging out. In those moments, I wish I could skate. I wish I could be a part of a world where it’s ok if you don’t want to work for Goldman Sachs or some consultancy agency. It’s the cool club without the attitude or the judgment, and I’m happy to just be the onlooker for now.

Who knows, maybe I’ll veer off from The Plan and become a pro skater by this time next year. I’m wearing a coat by a Chinese designer, Yu Zhou aka YUZZO (funny since I’m guessing this is how a lot of non-Chinese speakers would pronounce her name), which warmed me up all over and reminded me that a t-shirt is never enough in Edinburgh. Those winds. Biggest bitches in town.

Photographed by Lucy Henshall and edited by Victoria Jin.

Top and pants by MS MIN, Matter Matters bag, and Maya Magal accessories.

I was walking down the street the other day, you know, enjoying how the Scottish winds make me feel like Mulan in battle when, suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder, scaring the bubbles out of me. ‘Hey, I noticed your braids — do you like reggae?’ It was a guy around my age. I replied ‘No.’ with emphasis on the period, and power-walked on.

Today I want to dedicate this post to just telling you a bit about the history and background of my head-full of snakes, which I’ve been proudly sporting since May. And yes I’m aware I sound like a Stepford wife about to gloat about her recipe for The Perfect Pancake, but allow. It’s time to get #Braiducated.

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Renlisu top and trousers, Nike sneakers, vintage earrings.

Whenever I’m in London, a trip to Chinatown is a must. Not that there is a particular restaurant of supermarket I desperately need to hit up, but I just need those vibez. We ventured over on a busy LFW day, and it proved to be an adventure. Dressed in my electric suit from Renli Su, I turned into a temporary tourist attraction. Optimistic tourists passing through asked for pictures and I felt a bit like I was on Disney princess/mafia character duty. I obliged, peaceful and welcoming.

I obviously didn’t take any of it personally: it was all the suit. I first found out about Renli Su through her collab with the Dong Liang store in Beijing. Her remix of Mark Rothko’s colorplay, the elegance of Victorian-era women and her Tibetan roots made her clothes a Desirable Number One on my list – located smack center between China and the UK (which is also where my brain happens to chill most of these days.) Aesthetic-wise, her clothes take me to another era – a time where people want to express rather than impress. And I like that. A lot.