14.1.14

emoji #1



I have quite a number of things to share in regard to emojis. They appear to be the thing to talk about in 2013 and 2014.

9.1.14

As luck would have it...


The usual case is I need to give myself a good, comprehensive hug when the sale season lurches toward the end--for luck or the absence of it. It seems like if I stare at an item for too long, it wanders away. Or it hits the sale rack. Sometimes, like a lot of things in life, the timing is just never right. Or very perfect. Last black friday I had a pretty good score, the majority of which are still sitting at the bottom of my wardrobe with their tags intact. It's a relief to have something unworn at your disposal, just in case the rest of your wardrobe grows tired and weary.

I had been waiting for almost two good years for such a perfectly knife pleated skirt to come along (c/o love want magazine), only to find that I might have just blown out my one chance away. And these ankle boots? I don't even know how this got on sale. If you paid the screenshot a little extra attention, you would realize that I had visited Lulu's blog prior.

8.1.14

hyperreal

according to my timeline which is often flooded with updates from friends sharing/liking/commenting on posts by sinful sites (e.g. unbelievable facts--i too am guilty but it's pretty o.k. tbh, omg facts, and the likes), reeling into the area of hyper-reality usually involves ultradetailed pen/pencil close-up drawings of a human being, those of the liquid body of water, or recently, a piece of virtual painting of Morgan Freeman done entirely on iPad.






why not these? i would pass by the facades of japanese restaurants, often featuring similar works that unsurprisingly look realer and better than the food themselves (similar to those restaurant menu effect--in real life, they look nothing alike). the exaggerated suspension of the noodles in the air is my favorite part.


noodle sculptures by seung yul oh

13.9.13

the f word (again)

How is it not hard to admit that you are involved/interested in fashion when in the process of your confession it's cakely easy to come across as obnoxious as this? When I used to work at a small fashion communications company, I would always answer any standard "what are you up to" question with: "Oh, I'm interning at this local PR company now." Would never mention anything about the F word until it seemed that the person possessed an unassuming nature intrinsically or had also been involved/was currently involved in the industry.

Because fashion often resurfaces as a shallow luxury at times. Ultra superficial. And then there's fashion blog by people who seem to take fashion a little too seriously. It invites questions eg "Do you have that much of a free time/Do you think the world is a public fitting room/Are you thirsty for attention/Y so dour about it" et cetera. The point that I think they are probably missing is that we know that it's shallow, and we are not being serious all the time. When people joke about fashion people making joke out of fashion and they don't get it, they start this generally one-way 'fashion people are hoity-toity snooty' comment thread. But F is fun, and like it or not: Clothing is part of our primary needs as a social being, like shelter and food (even if you are a nudistyou do your groceries in some form of clothing). One of the first questions you ask yourself in the morning: What am I going to wear today?

Still it's a justification that not everyone is going to feel the same toward. In the fashion blog game, you have to be ironic, funny, or very good at it. Or don't talk about it at all. I guess I fail at being any of those, but still I am going to proceed with my first ever conscious #ootd post anyway. That just shows that although any of the aforementioned qualities might have gone awol from me there's this unifying characteristic among people who mindfully 'blog' that keeps me going: shamelessness. And I'll try my best to cloud my original intention by having other things in this blog: Personal babbles, literary stuff, art/design, music, video/photography. But really, I think they just go hand in hand, at least for me.

I hope/do not hope this is the last time I deliberately try to explain myself to myself. I think people know themselves less than they thought they did. And although Thought Catalog is the new TV ("Ermm, sorry, I don't watch TV") and has a lot of Buzzfeed-esque headlines (with a fixed "x things to do before you turn x/x things to do before (insert any majoroften dreadedlife event here)" formula), but once in a while a facebook friend would share a link and I would still click on it and find stuff that is not that stinky, such as this:


And in the end, actually, whatever.