Month: Feb 2017

The Fab 40s Create Pop Art

Drawn from popular culture. Celebrating mundane, everyday things.   Pop Art, that is, lauding commonplace objects and people, seeking to elevate these seemingly nondescript things to the level of fine art.  Personally, I wouldn’t put “pop” and “fine” within the same sentence should it pertain to the various categories of art but I’d be the last person to deny how strong an impact the pop art movement has had on fashion and style. A G R E E D ? Campbell’s Soup Cans. Disney’s mighty Mickey Mouse. MISS NORMA JEAN BAKER All these, be they hand-painted or screen-printed, are universally recognisable as juggernauts of the pop art culture.  And what’s particularly interesting to note is that whilst abstract expressionists favoured visually depicting their tormented souls upon canvas, pop artists searched for traces of that very same trauma in the commercial world of advertising, cartoons, and popular imagery at large. To be perfectly honest, I found this challenge quite, well, challenging (gah, Sam, I tossed and turned for quite a few nights, that I did). Aside …

My New York Moment(s)

New York, New York. There’s something about you.   So at the time of writing, I’ve been home from New York Fashion Week for precisely slightly over a week.  I spent survived 6 days in the city during one of its most crazy times.  New York Fashion Week.  Ahhh.  What an experience.  There was the good, the not so good, and the downright ugly.  When things were good, they were very good.  The not so good wasn’t too detrimental, nothing a bruised ego couldn’t recover from.  But when they were ugly, they were really ugly which, thankfully, were few and far between. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing all my New York Fashion Week tales with you.  Hopefully they won’t bore you too much, and yes, expect a gallery of those mandatory “what I wore to NYFW” photos, whilst regaling how I speed-changed my way in between shows!!! G R I N But today is not about that. Today, we’re talking about Project Sister Act.  You know, that monthly gig wherein five to …

The Fab 40s In Leather & Lace

Hard versus soft. Delicate versus not so delicate.   When I wrote this post, my initial thought was to develop something along the lines of contrasts.  You know, the juxtaposition between hard and soft.  Between leather and lace.  That beautiful attraction of opposing textures.  But the more I started reading the headline, the more I began seeing how this could also be interpreted as a gender issue. LET ME EXPLAIN Some time back, I shared my views on Belle’s Emma Watson’s inspiring speech.  My takeaway from her words was a new perspective on how men too are treated.  With bias.  And I’ve maintained that same thought process to this day.  How both genders need to rethink the way they view each other and perhaps, just perhaps, we might get along a little better. Think of it this way. Men are expected to be in possession of their emotions. AT ALL TIMES Generally brought up in the falsehood that showing empathy or vulnerability is a sign of weakness.  That “real” men are tough beasts who never …

Third Wheel & A Link-Up

Odd (wo)man out. An extra person or element.   This entire week, my lady friends Jodie, Nancy, Charlotte, and baby girl Eve, have been showcasing our interpretations of combining red with gold, plus a little somethin’, somethin’.  For instance, on Monday, we kicked things off to a glam start with, well, a touch of opulence to our red with gold garments.  This was promptly followed up with introducing print to the pairing.  Yes, red with gold and a touch of pattern on Wednesday.  And today?  Well, this day, the fifth day of the week (can I get a YAY??), we’re showcasing red and gold with a certain odd fella.  You know.  The odd man (or woman) out.  That third wheel, otherwise also known as the third colour into the mix. THIS IS GOING TO BE A SUCCINCT POST IT’S BEEN VERY HECTIC IN NEW YORK Whilst I won’t be attending shows until Friday (wait, that’s today), since I arrived on Wednesday night, I’ve spent 3 hours with the Zotos team (working on a very special …

Love Thyself

Self care, self love. You seriously owe it to yourself.   Valentine’s Day happens next Tuesday.  A day for couples and singles alike.  For best friends.  Or just good friends.  A day to celebrate that crazy little thing called love and the act of loving.  Why is it then that we always forget one very vital thing? To love ourselves? Self care, self love. It’s a divine responsibility. It’s what you owe yourself, regardless of whether you’re a child of God.  Global citizen.  Wife of John.  Husband to Lily.  Mother of Samuel.  Brother to Kate.  You have a divine responsibility to take care of yourself.  I’d even go so far as to say that you’re honour bound to love yourself. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? Granted, those weekly massages or monthly manicure are wonderful treats but that’s not the sort of self-indulging I’m talking about here. It’s about knowing when to say “no“.  And not feeling guilty as sin for uttering that word.  Taking the time to recover, recharge, reboot.  Allowing yourself that moment to …

The Radness Of Red Continues

Red is the colour of my heart. And the shirt I’ve got on my back.   I promise.  I really was trying to come up with something fancy for the header but that’s all I could manage, forgive me.  It’s been a long week.  Planning for Fashion Week in New York.  Getting things together.  Packing at the 11th hour, but of course (I mean, were you really expecting anything different?).  Desperately trying to juggle work and home and blog commitments.  And failing quite dramatically, to be honest GRIN.  If you’ve seen my recent Instastories, organisational skills aren’t really my superpowers. In support of this claim, I offer up as proof the fact that I’m currently typing this at Gate 19, Terminal E.  Yes, the airport.  Yes, I realise this post was meant to have been completed way before now and gone live this morning.  But as I stated, being organised and staying ahead of the game are simply not quite prevalent in my life skills vocabulary. END OF CONFESSION Wait. Another bit to confess.  I’m …

Rooster Red Glam

Popping of firecrackers. And the giving out of red packets.   For the vast majority of Asian Chinese, those two preceding lines immediately tell of celebrating Chinese New Year (Guo Nian which means, loosely translated, welcoming a brand new year and ridding oneself of yesteryear evil spirits).  I know, it’s quite mouthful contained within two seemingly succinct, monosyllabic words.  And the phrase “Asian Chinese” was intentional, friend, by way of explaining that all who hail from the continent are indeed Asian but not all are Chinese in ethnicity. For instance, in Singapore, you have Singaporean Chinese and Singaporean Malay as well as Singaporean Indian.  As is the same in Malaysia (where I ‘m from) wherein we have Malaysian Malay, Malaysian Chinese, Malaysian Indian and Malaysian Native (indigenous tribes such as Iban, Bidayuh, Penan, Kelabit, Murut, and loads more).  Out of all the different races, only the Chinese community celebrates Chinese New Year, whilst every other ethnicity celebrates its own interpretation of a new year. BRIEF CULTURAL LESSON OVER To soak up some fun trivia surrounding …