Month: November 2015

The Fab 40s Goes Glam

Hedy Lamarr once said, “Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid.”   Hahahaha.  Give yourself some credit, Hedy, it takes work to look as though you woke up looking all put together. To give off an appearance of effortlessness, seemingly to transcend the mundane and the bland. To exude an air of intrigue without innumerable waves of the editing wand. To appear idealised, almost, but never to the point of being unattainable. Realistic done fancy, so to speak. Looking glam is not easy.  For someone as tomboyish and devil-may-care as myself, it was hard work.  Hard work, indeed. Not to be confused with glamour as a style, glam extends beyond the appearance. It’s external. Deliberate. Innate. These ladies made it look terribly easy though. Dixie of Inside Outer Beauty with that rocker babe chick chic she does so well. Jane, Jane, how lovely art thou in thy silver screen ensemble. Ann of Kremb de la Kremb does not fail to impress with her ever quirky, bold …

Playing With Prints

We keep repeating the mantra that fashion ought to be, above all, fun. And playful.  A true representation of our personalities. But too often I find myself hiding behind tried and tested formulas, sticking closely to what’s been proved instead of sticking my neck out, you know, exploring new territory. Does that tend to happen to you too? I have the greatest of admiration for those who flirt unabashedly with print and pattern, all perfectly put together in the name of go bold or go home.  Catherine puts together seemingly improbable combinations with a masterful hand.  Ann boldly goes where many of us dare not and does so with blatant joy. Sacramento Amate or, as she’s more popularly known, Mis Papelicos, attacks loud prints in even louder colours with gusto and electic chic. Also, I would be completely remiss if I failed to mention Kirsten and her knack for pairing graphic prints with strong colours to create striking outfits that make you wonder why you’d never thought of them yourself. And there’s Samantha, a newly …

Anatomy Of An Outfit

Sometimes, my posts revolve around the conceptualisation and birth of a look. At times, there’s absolutely no correlation between the two.  And then there are times whereby what you see me wearing and the words I’ve written to go along with it, are inextricably linked and yet the connection isn’t clear at first glance.  It’d be something visceral, appealing to deep inward feelings rather than to the intellect. This is such an instance, this post right here. Born and bred in Borneo (aka Kuching, the capital city of Sarawak), the only seasons we had were hot/dry and wet/dry, with the occasional flash flood.  My only experiences with calendar-based weather changes the likes of Autumn and Winter were through the pages of books.  Enter Enid Blyton (this woman, along with Agatha Christie as well as C S Lewis and Tolkien, have been my spirit soulmates where writing is concerned since day one) and her wonderful tales of faeries, far off lands and magical walks in enchanted woods. Through Ms Blyton’s prose, I “ambled along paths strewn …

Denim My Way

For those who’ve faithfully digested everything I’ve written since the early days, you’re aware that jeans hardly make an appearance on this blog. If ever.  I mean there was that occasion when Ann and I emulated the Man Repeller, making through 5 whole days with zero sighting of denim (yes, it was SO unbelievably hard) which, technically, reaffirms my lack of a relationship with denim. Oh oh and there’s that time when The Fab 40s strutted in individual interpretations of Marsala with Denim.  I chose the footwear route. So yes, Sheela isn’t much of a denim aficionado. Thankfully the global denim jeans market (which is projected to hit USD$65 billion by year’s end) is bursting at the seams with fans, ever ready and willing to don the blue, and with great panache too.   Don’t get me wrong. I do own jeans. One pair. Levis. Bootcut. Purchased in 2005. And while they do a wondrous job in making my 5 foot frame look a lot longer, leaner, taller, I’m simply not crazy over denim.  I …