All posts tagged: justfab

Location, Location, Location | Sheela Writes

Location, Location, Location

Where.  How. You know what they say.   Does it seem to you that these days, where one shoots appears to be of greater importance than what one actually shoots?  Or what one wears?  Am I the only one? SEEING SOMETHING THAT ISN’T EVEN THERE? I get it that backdrops can make or break an outfit post.  I really do.  That they can do influence the number of likes one garners.  And I completely understand how we all want to achieve some semblance of differentiation amidst the tidal wave of bloggers that seems to be doing naught but expand, increase, and grow in size. I’m all for a cool coloured wall. My contention is that a kickass backdrop should never be an excuse for us to “take it easy” when it comes to the clothes we’re wearing.  Why do I say that?  Well, I’ve seen some truly picturesque walls, incredibly arresting in how graphic they are, with their impact so terribly diluted due to quite possibly the most bland, mundane outfits ever.  As though the …

Integration

Merging of worlds. When two or four become one.   My starting words just formed the premise for a porn flick.  Sigh.  Completely unplanned, I swear.  These things just happen.  And no, I’m not thinking aloud.  At least I don’t think so. MOVING ON I’m an ardent fan of The Voice.  Wait, make that an unapologetic groupie.  A groupie who’s faithfully watched all but the first two seasons of this reality show (that’s not my fault though, The Voice wasn’t broadcasted in Borneo when I lived there) and who sadly watched Nick Hagelin go home last night.  I adore the guy but not for the reasons you might think.  True, he’s easy on the eye, multi-talented (ex pro ballet dancer, yo) and appears to be a genuinely nice person.  Besides, which woman doesn’t find a falsetto sexy on a shredded guy? But that’s not why I’m sorry to see him go. In the last few episodes, conversations with  Nick (albeit brief) have unveiled an unusually mature and insightful soul.  I’ve been consistently and pleasantly surprised …

In The Trenches | Sheela Writes

In The Trenches

Battling style banality occurs to me on a daily basis.   You’re perplexed?  What on earth is Sheela talking about?  Does the woman genuinely fight with her clothes?  Yes, I do.  Every single day.  I’ve won some, I’ve lost a few, and there’s the occasional amicable ceasefire truce too.  Less the imagery of carnage arises in your minds, I promise that this be a war of words and of thoughts, albeit murderous in nature.  My husband calls it my “fumigating with eyes” mood. THAT “IF LOOKS COULD KILL” MOOD Hahaha.  Sorry, I was just thinking that it’s a look members of my gender are probably more than familiar with. Back to debacles and battles.  Do you ever get the sensation that clothes give lip?  That they talk back, and act all sassy and brassy?  I’m not in the least bit joking.  In fact, I have the oddest impression that, given the chance, my brown top with the spiked elbow pads?  And those new B&W flatform creepers?  The tales they’d spill tell.  Let’s not even mention …

Ebb & Flow | Sheela Writes

Ebb & Flow

Words, I mean. Sometimes they ebb and flow.   It’s one of those days when my brain feels empty, and I don’t know what to say.  Does that happen to you too?  Because it hardly, if ever, happens to me.  Writing is something that flows.  A part of me which I’ve always been able to reply upon.  It’s not something I need to overthink.  It never lets me down, but today, tonight, at this precise moment, absolutely nothing is happening. MY MIND FEELS NUMB. And that isn’t normal. I could chalk it down to insomnia the night before, and tossing, turning until around 3am.  Sleep deprivation isn’t fun and can be a buzz creativity killer.  I doubt it’s that though.  Insomnia has plagued me since my early teens and I’ve always been able to function in spite of it.  You know what’s funny though?  The more I keep talking about why I have nothing to write, the more I’m actually finding something to write about. Isn’t it ironic?  Don’t you think? I’ve been reflecting on …

Faux Real

Fur has always been a point of contention in the catty dramatic world of fashion.   Some view as fur as being luxurious,  a symbol of social status more often than not associated with glamour, the fast life and lavish spending.  Yet others reject it due to moral beliefs and perceived cruelty to animals (British fashion designer and outspoken animal rights activist Stella McCartney comes to mind). Did you know that in terms of apparel construction, there are so many additional considerations when working with fur?  For instance, one has to be extraordinarily careful about weight, bulk and line.  Or that a toile for a fur coat has to be cut far larger than for a silk one?  It’s about the meticulous reassembly of small strips to preserve the continuity of the fur stripe and other features of the piece, resulting in a fabric of fur as versus an jigsaw puzzle of pelts and bits. Whatever your viewpoint on fur, the fact remains that it’s very striking, and undeniably unforgettable. While I’m neither for nor …