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I Get Them By Invite Only …

Monday, February 1st, 2010

Over the weekend just when we held the little farewell for our 2 friends, my shopping accomplice and I slipped away from Wala Wala to the spacious Antipodean next door and fingered some of the delicate pieces of accessories waiting to be picked up (the word sounds wrong but the idea is right). I ruthlessly pushed aside my guilt and returned with these.

I really got the necklace form of the “Three Wise Owls” but I can’t find an image of it. I am a sucker for heart shapes and lockers and bows and a combination of all three made it a must-have and kills the pocket. The three wise owls sitting sedately in a row, for some reason, made me think of Hedwig in Harry Potter and because owls are in the IN-birds since 2009. No one hardly ever makes woodpecker or magpie accessories so owls must be good.

All “By Invite Only” accessories are packaged individually with a vintage reproduction postcard-lookalike as a backdrop.

They are also available at Polymath & Crust and BlackMarket.

No One Is A Fashion Know-All

Monday, February 1st, 2010

I have considered Fashion as a philosophy of Life. And Philosophy is a big word to me. It deals with existentialism, knowledge, language, values and it thrives on such a broad spectrum that as long as you know how to justify, everything becomes some form of philosophy or another. Fashion is an expression of freedom, a form of inner knowledge to the insiders, speaks a language of its own to people who understand and like it or not, your clothes speak for who you are. Maybe not all of it but by a good measure.

I especially like posts which correlates clothes and fashion with thoughts — linking them to the surroundings, harmonizing them with culture, tempering two wildly diverse natures into one, not unlike something like this. A good example would be the way how Rebecca Bloomfield (Confessions of a Shopaholic) gained popularity with “The Girl in the Green Scarf” column in Successful Savings — being able to strike up a similarity between fashion and investment. I’ve never been a dismal dresser. Sloppy yes but never in a dismal way. You’ll never go wrong with basics. You’ll never manage to look wrong in a plain black tee with a good cut and a pair of fitting jeans and I’m waiting for someone to prove me wrong. You might look common but no, never wrong. And sometimes, being wrong might just turn out .. unexpectedly right. You only have to look at Anna Piaggi to know. I know how you might beg to differ and proclaim that Fashion can never be wrong since it’s a right to express. But tell me honestly, have you never looked at anyone walking along the streets and think to yourself “Gee, it’s so wrong!”. I know I have and I am ashamed of it. Since I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it doesn’t mean that others with more courage than I have shouldn’t. And that is what fashion unbiasness is about.

Who came up with what’s right in the world to wear anyway?


Anna Piaggi by The Sartorialist

This year, I have tried a little more actively to dress up. In the past and even for the most part of now, I would never bother to dress up much if it’s only for work. If I’m going out with friends after or attending some party, that’s a different story. Being in a job that allows maximum creativity and flexibility with no requirement of powersuits in the least (but draws the line at shorts), I am very lucky and should rightfully be capitalizing that right to its maximum potential. But I have not. If I know that I am going to meet very few people, I’ll not turn up in my best. I’ll probably just lug on whatever I see first in the mountain of clothes. I still don’t think it’s wrong because this method of dressing applies to possibly more than half the population living in Singapore.

People like my mother had told me repeatedly since young that it is nice to be able to dress well but it is unnecessary to if one doesn’t have the means. As long as the clothes are kept clean and tidy with no holes, we should never be ashamed to appear in them. I have always scoffed at the idea (not in my mother’s face of course unless I feel a desire to be whipped) but now that I am blogging about it, I think my mother is a more exemplary example of being more fashion unbiased than I am. Or maybe she is truly wise because Albert Einstein said the same.

If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies…. It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it.

I suppose that I do know inwardly that clothes do not make a flawed person more beautiful except externally just like how a beautiful face is only a pleasure to the eyes and a repulse to the soul should it come along with a mean spirit. But I’ve never been confident enough without appearing excessive because “just around the corner in every woman’s mind – is a lovely dress, a wonderful suit, or entire costume which will make an enchanting new creature of her”. Most people silently attest to the fact that fat people let themselves go even if they do not spell it out for the fear of being labelled ‘insensitive’. Yet I could see it in their eyes. And the fact that most fat people appear dowdy, unfashionable and slightly greasy strengthened that belief. You might be enraged at my generalization but I am not another stick-thin creature who rants but does not understand. I belong to the world of fat. But god knows I’ve struggled hard in order not to be another statistic to the mounting perception. The country I live in is also not very forgiving to the plus-sized. We have few alternatives to allow ourselves to dress properly, much less to wear them well. We have to shy away from the shiny windows of shopping centres and trawl the lesser known areas that sell clothes that fit and usually these clothes are meant for the aged and have no style to speak of. There are no pleats, cinched waists, form-fitting cuts, cute skirts, appropriate details, delicate tulle to speak of. Fat Fashion is synonymous to a tablecloth with a a hole for the head and two holes for the arms. I find it insulting that we are treated with less dignity so because of this pride, I cannot possibly let myself go. In recent years, we have been a lot better in this part of the world. At least, we are starting to see Dorothy Perkins which runs up to Size 20 and Topshop and Miss Selfridge which brought up their sizes from 14 to 16. Then there is New Look. Little independent stores start to carry passably fashionable items so we are in a much better shape than what would have been 5 years ago except that Dorothy Perkins, Topshop, Miss Selfridge, New Look all hail from UK and could be expensive for those who do not earn nearly enough.

Now and then, I think I’ll add in my blog some cost-saving fashion ideas for the horizontally-challenged tested by yours truly because even though we’re fat, we should not be taken lightly. We should be allowed to live well and present our best to who we are trying to impress.

People seldom notice old clothes if you wear a big smile. — Lee Mildon

Let’s start first by accessorizing with a big smile!

But Nagi …

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

I had a blast of a time watching the creative excellence of Nagi Noda’s “Catwalk” for Laforet Christmas 2004. I had never heard of her prior even though I had previously viewed a directed short film of Mariko Takahashi’s fitness video for being appraised as an “Ex-fat girl”, featuring exercising poodles.

She was an incredibly unique soul with a penchant for playful and dreamy directives. She was signed on by Partizan, a renowned production company which represents cutting-edge directors, artists and photographers. It brought her to international fame and she mixed with the likes of directors like Michel Gondry (director of ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’ and ‘The Science of Sleep’). Notice how I used ‘was‘? It all came too late to me now since Nagi Noda had passed away due to surgical complications in September 2008 from a bad accident the year before.

She was 35 and was a visionary artist in her own right. The three steps she outlined with regards to work is a little change, a little more change and a little more change … basically tweaking her way till she was satisfied.


Laforet Autumn 2004

From Aaron Stewart Anh who had the fortune of an evening’s encounter with Nagi:

The drawing above was something she put down on the napkin in front of me – she told me it was the secret to the universe, but I shouldn’t tell anyone. I think it’s ok now. She said most of us look out at the world, but if you close your eyes and look up, you’re looking at the universe through your mind, looking at the universe.

Maybe I’ll try that. But Nagi, I just found you …

Never Gungho

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

Travel Essentials
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Maybe I just have to accept that I’ll never be a gung-ho traveller.

Louis Vuitton & Sofia Coppola Collaboration

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

A divine collection.

I have never actually seen a girl who isn’t a bagaholic. If I have to define ‘bagaholic’ simply, it would be a person who buys bags and might even choose bags over clothes (although in my case, I am many-a-holic. I have come to classify myself under ‘Shopaholic’ to make explaining easier).

You see, every little thing you wear and carry tells a part of yourself to the world who sees you. The clothes, the shoes, the bag, the accessories .. that’s what I love about people-watching especially women in general (and no, I do not sway that way). The all black ensemble, depending how the ensemble was mixed and matched usually means one of the three listed:
1. a woman who is too lazy or clueless on how to mix and match and therefore stuck to the safest combination of black
2. a woman who indulges in the ‘Class’ (with a Capital C) act
3. a woman so lacking in confidence that she tries to appear as inconspicuous as possible

I usually prefer understated pieces with a dash of colour so as not to appear overly-flashy. I tend to like colours a little too much on occasions. I go for a black dress with a sudden burst of coloured bracelet or a plain black camisole with an interesting, detailed drape. I have also tried to substitute dark gray as the new ‘Black’. Over the years, I have come to learn not to over-accessorize but stick to one or two staple pieces to develop a style I call my own, so much so that when my friends see something in the shops, they will instantly think of me and know how well I would wear it.

Bags rule the world because you don’t have to fit into them like shoes or clothes. You just carry them. You’ll always berate a bag that is too big, too small, not of the right colour or texture, not of the correct number of compartments, not of any logical reason you can find other than just because its justified imperfection allows you to buy the next bag … and the next …

As for bags, I like mine roomy simply because I carry way too much junk for them to be delicate and structured plus I found a little comfort in an organized mess that no one understands. I even think it’s adorable how I fail to find something in my bag and throw my hands up in exasperation, only not at that point in time but during the aftermath of the incident. Too many friends have too neat a bag that it unnerves me. The tissue holder goes to the right of the bag, the wallet to the left, the camera fits nicely behind the tissue holder and the makeup pouch lies horizontal and exactly perpendicular to the umbrella that’s stuck at 90 degrees. Where’s the fun of knowing exactly where everything is? Where’s the rush of adrenaline in wondering if you brought out something important? Where’s the famous movie action of starting to empty out your bag onto a side pavement in a bid to look for a ringing phone? A bag is an integral part in completing a look and the bag that would be the most used for me is the versatile carry-all that seems to fit right with any outfit.


Sofia Coppola’s collaboration with Louis Vuitton- the SC bag

And no, I am not doing an advertorial for it but I wish I am because then I get to own this gorgeous specimen of a bag which is everything I look for in a bag. In fact, the day I get to own it, I would hold it reverentially with my two hands and feast my eyes on the beauty and perfection of its leather texture and shapely curves with the discreet stamp of two defining words ‘Louis Vuitton’ imprinted delicately on it. Nothing about the SC bag would ever scream “Brand Whore!” to the masses like how its monogram counterparts would due to their over-popularity. Don’t get me wrong – there are times I actually like some of these repetitive designs but never have I felt sorely compelled to join in mass worship.


But I am now.

These pictures are great. It’s the Sofia Coppola’s lifestyle and how she uses her bag. What’s not to like about her?

When the work is done and she goes out to play,
she leaves the SC and brings the clutch instead.

All my love to this bag and the corresponding clutch, so beautiful and unattainable at SGD5,900 and SGD2,200 respectively.

Don’t show me if you are lucky enough to land on one of these … because I cannot promise not to resist the urge to snatch, run, hop on a bus and never come back.

The Green Dress

Sunday, December 28th, 2008

It hid shyly behind the other wooly, sequinned forms of its kind, ashamed of its brightness, feeling slightly vulgar and out of place. With the fact that Christmas is now officially over and moving onto the New Year, it felt even more conspicuous amidst the blacks and grays.

“Why couldn’t I be a shiny shade of black or a sophisticated colour of gray?” it thought miserably, wedging further into the racks, hoping that no one would disturb its hiding place. Sinking deeper into its own thoughts of self-pity, it hardly noticed a girl yanking it out into the spotlight. Caught in surprise and being in the dark for too long, it suddenly became dizzy and the world started spinning out of control while the girl whooped in delight, running her hands over its corseted spine, sending delicious shivers into the folds of its being.

Before it could say “Hallelujah!”, the girl clutched it tightly into an embrace and headed for the fitting room. Here it heard her whisper “Please, let me fit. Let me be able to have the choice to buy or not buy you.” For the first time, it looked earnestly at the girl. She has a mass of black hair down her back and the longest lashes ever seen, casting a fringe of shadow over her pleading eyes. It also noticed that the girl is rather plump in shape and would not fit the other svelte versions of its kind. It liked how the girl enfolds it in warmth. It liked how the girl looks at it in admiration. To a dress who felt inferior for a long time, it felt accepted for the first time.

When the girl tried to stretch into its fabric, it did its best to accomodate her but it turned out to be rather futile. The girl slid easily into it and stared at the mirror for a long time. Breaking into smiles, the girl started twirling round and round in the little enclosed space and when she finally stopped, she looked into the mirror at the green dress again.

“You are perfect.”