All posts tagged: style

Learning From Younger Bloggers

We can learn, you know. Learn from the PYT set, learn a lot.   Yes, I’m talking about them pretty young things who are half my age.  Now when I call you competitive here, I don’t mean malicious or vicious or mean (I love you, ladies!!!).  Quite the contrary, actually.  And it’s certainly not a sweeping statement meant to stereotype all females belonging to that age group.  To be clear, this post is specifically inspired by a group of young women I recently met in Dallas.  By their mannerisms and how they conducted themselves.  Indeed, it was my reaction to seeing how they behaved that spawned what you’re reading now. Melodramatic much, you say?  Perhaps. It was just the air with which they carried themselves. VERY AGGRESSIVE, VERY BOLD Each one determined to own their five seconds of fame. To be the most vocal (I’m referencing volume of speech, not quality thereof).  The most flamboyant peacock in the room.  I was easily the oldest in the summit (I accept this as the new norm) but …

Self-Examination

Looking inward. Reassessing ourselves.   Now, self-examination does not necessarily lead to life balance or acceptance from others, I’ve found.  It does, however, lead to liberation and authenticity.  I say this with conviction because I’ve invested in a lot of self-examination, of late.  A lot. Without self-examination, I’ve noticed that these things tend to happen:- –  I seek comfort over greatness –  I choose safety over risk –  I embrace reassurance over authenticity –  I prefer the predictable over the unknown –  and I opt to take the well worn path over forging my own Self-examination is a process of re-framing and refining how we see ourselves and the world.  It is a deep scrutiny of our beliefs, motives, relationships, triggers, wounds, purpose, feelings, thoughts, and actions. And in the process, often we uncover something has to change so we can feel a greater sense of alignment between the life we are living and the life our soul wants to be living. It might be the desire to change a relationship, a career or a …

5 Things You Don’t Know About Me

For the most part, I’m what you’d call an open book.   What you see is what you get with me.  Ish.  However, there are a few skeletons in my closet that I thought may be fun interesting to share with you today.  Come clean, you know, be real and all that. Some are hilarious, some not so much. HERE WE GO (1) I ran away from home at 16.  Yes, I did.  In my defense, it wasn’t planned.  It was my  birthday, and my then boyfriend wanted to take me out to dinner, something which my parents (well, more so my Dad) really didn’t like.  My Dad hated all my boyfriends with a passion, my Mum tolerated them.  Barely.  Anyway, in the hours leading up to when Jackie picked me up, we were yelling and fighting, mostly over the fact that he was 22 to my 16.  Statutory rape isn’t all that commonly thought of in Asia when I was growing up.  That doesn’t make it right, believe you me, I know, it’s merely …

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What Glam Means To Me

Being all chichi. And dressed up to the nines.   Can I tell you a secret? I hate the dressing up formally.  I really do. Whenever the dresscode reads as Black Tie or Formal, I go just a lighter shade of pale.  And inwardly, I cringe.  Oh alright, on the outside as well.  There’s something about the notion of being all dolled up that really bothers me.  I haven’t quite put a finger on it but I suspect it has to do with the stereotypical perception of Formal = the colour Black. You all know how much I loathe predictability. Silver Grey Velvet Duster  (Boohoo) | Lace Bra (Poshmark) | Gym Tank (worn inside out, Firedaughter Clothing @ Etsy) | Black Capris (Herban Devi @ Etsy) | Fishnets (Halloween Spirit Store) | Swarovski Embellished Booties (Bakers) | Spiked Clutch (Betsey Johnson, thrifted) | Sunnies (Poshmark) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics) THE WORD “PREDICTABLE” OUGHT TO BE BANNED FROM THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE When I think Black Tie (or Formal), my mind immediately conjures up a …

Oui, Mademoiselle

French Chic. What does that even mean?   I’ll be the first to admit to not quite grasping the entire concept of, “French Chic“.  And since I’m on that confessional train, let me also admit to neither being a fan thereof nor even believing the vibe actually exists. As you all well know, I subscribe to the maxim of more is more.  Always have.  And from what I’ve gleaned of how the French dress today, the look is (often) clean and spare.  Minimal fuss.  Pared down with the occasional statement clutch or heel.  Chignons (or, at the very least, sleek hair).  Delicate jewellery.  Lipsticks are either very nude or very bold red.  And the colour black.  A lot of black. French style is all about the nuances.  Subtlety.  Details. Embellished Leather Jacket  (Pinko, purchased in Italy) | Striped Top & Beret (Forever21) | Black Capris with Attached Miniskirt (Herban Devi @ Etsy) | Striped Heels (Shoe Ocean) | Red Cuff (Kate Spade, thrifted) | Sunnies (Poshmark) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics) MY PERSONAL STYLE …

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Athleisure All Around

It’s been a while, I know. Almost precisely two months, in fact.   Hello everyone!!  Sporadic would be an understatement to describe my presence here on the blog for the past three months.  Summer proved to be immensely challenging when it came to keeping up with posting.  At least, it was for me.  I know many of my peers demonstrate enviable organisational skills and foresight in the area of planning-ahead-when-vacation-comes but not I.  Clearly. Firstly, we were in Singapore and Malaysia from 8th June all the way to 13th July.  Spending time with family and ex-family (is that even a valid concept?  When a couple divorces, does that mean they divorce the in-laws as well?  And do the in-laws become out-laws?). CAN YOU TELL I’M A LITTLE OFF KILTER? Knit & Leather Jacket  (purchased in Italy) | Sports Bra (Target) | Black & Olive Green Capris (Herban Devi @ Etsy) | Embroidered Suede Trainers (Nike) | Black Crossover Bag (Prada, thrifted) | Sunnies (Poshmark) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics) In Asia, socialising with the …

The Fab 40s Are Princesses For A Day

Of fairytales and princes. Of happily ever afters (or not).   I remember my very first cinematic encounter with an official Disney princess.  Her name was Snow White and the year was 1980.  Throughout the music (who could forget that high pitched voice) and all that animation, one thing stuck in my head.  That I was certainly not going to lay around like a helpless damsel in distress, waiting for my prince to come and set me free.  That I’d rather don my own suit of armour, and rescue myself. I CAN SLAY MY OWN DRAGONS, YO As you’d probably surmise, I have no love for Snow White.  In face, her shrill vocal chords set me on edge and I’m instantly overcome by an animalistic urge to pummel.  Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty too are on my hit list of never-evers. God help me should the day come that I can no longer fight my own battles. Shudder.  Just shoot me and put me out of my misery when that moment arrives. Then came Ariel in …

A Different Perspective

Same story, same tale. Different approach, different results.   After last week’s incident (read: post) about an oh so blatantly discriminating act I was “blessed” to experience first hand, I made my way to the Emuleos show.  Now, a large part of my love for fashion stems from discovering new talent.  Or being introduced to an upcoming designer with a fresh perspective on silhouettes.  Not that my words wield the might that is Susie Bubble, hardly, but in that it fascinates me to no end when something someone authentically different lands on my lap, and my jaded eyes light up at the sight of originality (which, despite how often we recite the word “cyclical” in conversations pertaining to fashion, is very much sought after). Utility Jacket (option, option) | Unicorn Sweater (option, option) | Crop Flared Jeans (option, option, option) | Patchwork Boots (option, option) | Sunnies (option) | Lipstick (Rose)  FASHION MAY BE CYCLICAL BUT ORIGINALITY IS PERPETUALLY TRENDY I arrived at Gary’s Loft and took the lift upstairs without much in the way …

All Should Be Fair In Style & Fashion

But it ain’t so, baby girl. And that’s the sad truth about it.   Whenever I bring up Fashion Week, I’m typically met with blank stares (all of my family and 90% of my friends aren’t “in the industry”).  On occasion, these looks are replaced with comments along the lines of, “Oh wow, how exciting!!” or “Sounds so fun, can I come too?” or “You have the most glamorous life!!“.  Whatever their responses, it’s always the glossy parts that surface.  The bright, fun, glossy part.  Rarely, if ever, does the not so pleasant, not so pretty aspects see the light of day. That’s what my post is about today. And yes, this is what I wore to the first two shows of my very first day at NYFW 2017.  A tried and trusted bomber jacket from the defunct Dereon line, complete with faux fur collar.  A polka dot button down peeking out discreetly from a strapless, bustier dress concocted from vintage fabrics, and festooned with antique, estate finds.  Signature oversized sunnies.  All of which have …

An Eye Opener

Truth on the runways. (Even more) truth on the streets.   Ah, New York Fashion Week.  The special time that comes around only twice a year, where the finest and most extravagant (and sometimes the most ridiculous) creations are sent down the runway – all to the watchful eyes of critics, buyers, stylists and hoards of eager fashionistas. This season, however, it was less about the outlandish, and more about the political.  No, I stand corrected.  It was completely about making a statement. SARTORIALLY & POLITICALLY SPEAKING In as much as (some) of the designs that walked down the runway took my breath away, it was how designers and models and influencers stood united in sending a message about social and political justice (or perhaps a sad lack thereof) that really stood out for me. Because let’s face it, people. Fashion can be one mother of a catty world. Let’s not attempt to sugarcoat things, shall we?  Catty and bitchy and, more often than not, blatantly cruel and manipulative.  And it is precisely because of …