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 nudist—you 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 major—often dreaded—life 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.
Things that I am feeling like recently. I own a Do Son solid perfume from my recent trip because it's such a perfect small-sized solid perfume in a silently beautiful black compact case. However, I feel like it would be a waste if I don't have the sillage. Not necessarily loud but just present. When I went back to Singapore a counter lady recommended me to wear the EDP at home and bring the solid perfume for touch up if size is my concern, and it seems like a brilliant idea. Want the EDP version but the EDT bottle is a little prettier to put in here, so it's purely for aesthetic purpose. The scent is rather linear, musky but different, some people note that it's tuberose. I tried liking more 'complicated' smells like Philosykos but Do Son is my everyday jam so far. The thing about scent is that words would intrigue, but you shouldn't buy them. Any formula that sounds interesting is worth checking out in real life, and that time gap between reading reviews and buying the perfume is best spent finding out how the scent reacts to your chemistry. Ebay is always there with an ample selection of samples should click-n-buy be more of your thing.
I'm anything but refined and polished; still I enjoy this kind of fancy ideas. I'm perpetually amused by people who continually strive to make that one 'perfect shirt' or find that one 'perfect everyday black bag'. But therein lies the challenge, to keep making those perfect articles and to make people believe in that idea of 'investment' and 'timelessness', that they defy the norm of consumerism. This is not ironic, I actually view these ideas in a positive light. The Fashion Club's latest shirt collection seems to be capable of addressing both concerns from the consumers' and retailers' sides.
Probably it's a phase, but like I said before, I just dislike clutter now. There is, however, a difference between a clutter and an organized mess. My tendencies in dressing still belong to the latter—I like working on colors and tricky coordination, it brings me good feelings. Although there are days where TFC white Tammy or Peter shirt would come handy, or when I feel like goth days are taking over me.
I mean, it's hard to not talk about these two things when it comes to So-Cal, right? I stayed in Berkeley for around two months recently, but spent more time in LA than in San Francisco somehow. Got my first legit flip flops ever from American Apparel in Venice Beach. They had the fluffiest rubber soles and the loveliest shade in a while--the toned down version of canary yellow, leaning toward the warmer side. I got horrible blisters from Swallow flip flops (threw them away after three hours of raw pain) and Stuart Weitzman blinged up rendition of flip flops (solved with walgreens gel pads), but these new plain bright babies are so free of fuss. I'm a convert.
It's weird that LA radios kept playing the same songs--I mean that's what radios do, but in this case it was always the same nine or ten songs back to back. Even the 'alt' station fell prey to this problem, but I know I did not trust its blatant station name in the first place. Perhaps it's weirder that we decided to listen to radio at all, but there were palm trees and pretty mansions and motels stuck a little bit down the sidewalk that made rap/hip-hop a little bit more than fantastic.
It's hard to talk about all these places at once. So much had been compressed into two mere months, it felt like forever and a nanosecond at the same time. It would only make sense if you see more #throwback posts coming in here. I'm not that big on traveling, until I really put my shoes on and head down to the airport. I guess I would fail being a successful traveling snob if I ever travel frequently, and I hope that it's a good thing.