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The Fab 40s & Our Soles

Give a woman the right pair of heels. Then sit back, and watch her conquer the world. Amen, sista. I never thought I’d ever credit something so insightful to Ms Monroe GRIN insightful and evergreen with a dose of such unexpected humour. But it’s so true, yes? The perfect shoe design equipped with an equally perfect heel height makes for taking the most empowered of strides, figuratively as well as metaphorically. As Michael always tells me, I am my sexiest when I’m feeling comfortable. After all, comfort begets confidence, and confidence is the consequent vessel to sire a sense of power, a sense of empowerment. A sense of f*ck you, self doubt, not today. T H E P O W E R O F A G O O D S H O E I’ll be the first to admit to being somewhat obsessed with shoes, I mean, I think the whole world knows that by now so it truly doesn’t behoove the situation for me to even pretend that 99% of my outfits...

The Fab 40s & Our Style Icons

by Sheela Goh

Our muses. Sources of sartorial inspiration. It’s my birthday today. The last time I’d written something on the blog on my birthday was three years ago, in 2016. When I was talking about the wearability of animal prints and how we should all embrace its highly visual power with open arms. What a tizzy the past few years have been, to say the least, but we’re not focusing on that today. No, my friend, today, in honour of my birthday, I’m going to talk about the one person who has played such a vital part in not only igniting my love for clothes but who has also wielded such influence over how I look at style and fashion. Denise Huxtable. I’ll readily (and ever so happily) admit that I’ve had a ginormous fashion crush on Denise Huxtable since the sitcom I’d rather not name first aired in 1984. The second eldest child who was free-spirited and rebellious with an eccentric sense of style which, I feel, can be best defined as wholly committed....

The Fab 40s Pair Florals With Plaid

by Sheela Goh

Pattern mixing galore. Pairing seemingly disparate motifs. I’ve come a long way from being petrified of the mere mention of prints. There was a time when putting even a speck of red into an all Black garment meant utter chaos and disruption, let alone introducing anything remotely non solid into my outfit. Even on those rare occasions when I was neither in Ebony nor Ivory, I would still pick one single block of colour to showcase. I mean, I was perfectly comfortable with shine and glitz and colour on hair and/or lips (or on my feet) but somehow, on the body, it was just. not. me. Then. When I began my foray into the world of patterns, I (naturally) began with my beloved B&W. Cautiously, ever so cautiously, I ventured into two prints. Just two. Subtle ones. Nothing too clashing, same family (or same colour story). I even achieved one allover print. Or does that not count because it’s, ahem, black with white? 2016 and half of 2017 were very colourless. From...