All posts tagged: jeffrey campbell

Of Capes & 221B Baker Street

There’s something about in-your-face-red-streaks. Streaks in one’s hair, I mean. Not on the face.   For one, it’s hard to be missed in a crowd which may not seem major to most but is, in truth, rather vital for someone who’s only 5 feet tall.  Yes, I’m the one with her feet on the bench when doing barbell presses for the pecs.  Stop laughing.  It’s not always easy being on the starting end of the measuring tape. But this post is about capes.  And the occasional crusading.  Not about my height.  Or lack thereof.  So we move on. I’ve had a thing for capes (or, if you prefer, trench coats with capes) since 1983, since my first Sherlock Holmes tome, The Hound Of The Baskervilles.  Capes and bags shaped after what’s arguably the most iconic coat in modern television folklore. But, of course, I wasn’t about to put together an outfit post too closely based on Mr Holmes’ wardrobe.  The man had an air of mystery and intrigue in spades, a certain sense of savoir …

Of Tutus & David Bowie

Once upon a time, I too was enamoured of Ms Bradshaw and her wardrobe. In fact, I still am very much an aficionado. However, it wasn’t until now that I’ve plucked up sufficient courage to  don a tutu myself. And I must confess, it is such a liberating sensation. No, not because of the breezy, sweeping skirts, cheeky. There’s just something in being an adult wearing a not-all-that-grown-up tutu skirt. I love it. And then there’s Bowie. Mr Ziggy Stardust himself. The fashion adventurer of the 70s. The risk-taker. The icon. It was only fitting that le tutu should meet le Bowie. In my books, anyway. It was also time to showcase this amazing Kente Tribal Clutch I’d recently acquired. Is it not something else? The colours oh so vibrant and full of life. That baroque ring is a gift from Eve.  She knows me. This yellow beaded J Crew wonderment is both necklace and belt and layered bracelet and, for all intents and purposes, a headband today. Yes, those are the famed Jeffrey Campbell …

An Actual #OOTD Post

When it comes to putting together an outfit post, in the absence of Eureka moments, here’s my default sequence of events:- > lay in bed the night before, mentally visualing outfits and trying to decide which accessories go with which, and generally working myself up to insomnia state > after a few fitful hours of sleep, I am up around 5am, and I go reheat the coffee my man brewed for me last night,  sip it slowly while trying to remember the set of outfits I’d finally settled on (between 3 to 4 looks, these last for a week until the next weekend shoot) > put on my Klorane Eye Patches to look as unpuffy as possible > lay down on the couch and wait for my photographer to wake up, our shoots usually start around 10.45am or thereabouts > put on an SK-II Mask around 9.30 to prep the face > paint my face put on my make-up > start shooting Note that during this entire process, it’s very likely everything I’d planned flies …

Swing Out, Sister

At this point, I think it’s clear that I’m a product of the 70s and one who loved thrived during the 80s British new wave music scene. I can’t help it. Sarawak is, after all, an ex-British colony. Not that any of that relates to my post save for the title, I’ll admit. But hey, it’s my party and I’ll swing out, if I wanna, sista GRIN that sounded wrong on every level, I know. In other news, these photographs were actually taken a little while ago and I somehow managed to forget they existed. Do you know, it’s the very first time I’m wearing a coat which isn’t Black. I’m loving it!!! And yes, it’s a little challenging to wear shorter skirts and heels when my knees are still recovering from surgery but then again, vanity trumps sanity. Incidentally, I’ve only just discovered a trick many a seasoned blogger has been leveraging on the longest time ever – the power of shades to not only hide tired eyes but also add some oomph to …