14 April 2015

Acne's Micheline Dress

It was during sale season, when I was faced with multiple university deadlines, that Acne has been bombarding me with e-mails regarding their irresistible sale, that I decided I had to, reluctantly, take two hours off work, and go for a quick retail therapy-sesh, along with Bryant and Khloe, we rendezvoused at Dover Street on a Friday afternoon. There I was, being very Chinese, and grabbing a heap of clothing and rushing to the claustrophobic changing rooms stalls cabinets. I ended up being most inclined to this knit dress which to me looks like a hybrid between a Grecian goddess (on a good day) and the Micheline man (on a bad day), which resulted in what I like to call, a full-length ribbed body condom. Seriously, I'm pretty sure the Acne Studios team up in Stockholm fully promotes safe sex and to remind people or spread awareness. So they dress them as condoms... and so I did. I honestly can't think of many occasions where this heavy-duty knit dress comes to play. I imagine practicality was not really what I was going for when I told the sales I'd take this, but I do consider it quite suitable for wintery days when my right arm feels immune to the cold, whereas the rest of my body isn't, that's a legit thing, right? Ok, a bit of a stretch perhaps, but so is this knitted dress, so... yeah. Can anyone come up with an occasion for me to where this to? Skiing in Gstaad? To a Comic-con and see who can figure out what I am? I need something to justify this 'ridiculous' purchase.

photography BRYANT LEE 

29 March 2015

Navy Witch of the West

It was another one of those spur of the moments, spontaneous trips with the gang. After meeting the charismatic Finnish photographer Mikko Puttonen for the first time, Bryant, Zoe, Melody and I took a train down to Brighton and spent the majority of Valentine's day along the coast, soaking in the sun that miraculously came in right after a gloomy morning, hunting for a quaint joint that served proper seafood (the unanimous vote was in, twelve quid lobster linguine wins), and shooting around the pier with chai lattes and berry cream waffles. We were all way too lazy to do any prior research of insider places to explore, we just wanted to sit on the pebbly beach and chill. Come to think of it, I always wondered what actual couples did on Valentine's day, is it always movie followed by a fancy overpriced dinner with the hopes of obligatory holiday sex post-meal? Or do really hip couples go against this corporate money-making 'holiday' and refuse to do anything couple-y? What did you do on that faithful day? Regardless, I decided to dress almost head-to-toe in navy, don't read too much into it, I just really really love navy, maybe a bit too much. All it took was for a matching over-the-knee knitted dress to be paired with some pointy boots that works as witch shoes and that wide brimmed hat for this look to be proper wicked. If Elphaba's color is green from Wicked, then mine definitely is dark blue, or as I like to call it... NAVY!
trousers CÉLINE

photography MIKKO PUTTONEN

04 March 2015

Coasts of Kent

Wow, okay, let me start off by explaining myself a bit. I've been off the blogging grid for over three weeks as it has been a series of deadlines that were pivotal moments in my education and career, so I had to go MIA for a bit, think of me being in the witness protection program. Thank you for those who do check back regularly, and no I have not quit blogging, it will pick up back up eventually after I graduate in June, I promise. So, it was just another Sunday reserved for a blended cocktail of vintage market visits in the East, rejuvenation from the night before, completing unattended errands, marathons on Netflix, and social catch ups; instead, I dropped off the radar and without any prior experience to traveling to Kent, I headed to St. Pancras international and literally asked my way from point-to-point until I got down there. From the moment I stepped out of London, I realized how incredibly and exponentially positive, friendly and helpful folks were. Literally everyone I spoke to and asked for directions, have gone out of their way to provide me with information and guidance that no amount of Google Maps could have provided me. I was obviously not local, dressed in subversive clothing, equipped with an American accent and a face from the Orient, the town folks at every juncture were warm to an outsider like me, it felt very comforting sensing the simplicity of country life calm my internal urban urgency I'm so adept to. From trains to buses, and buses to trains, there was a point where I even took a 19th Century steam operated mini-train further along the coast of Kent, passing villages of abandoned mines, nuclear plants, wildlife reservations, and fields of grazing sheep. We swooshed by empty but not deserted caravans sparsely plopped on the pebbly beaches that overlooked the vast ocean beyond them. The wind was fierce and unforgiving, she fought my every step, shoving me back to land as I struggled to march in suede pointy boots designed for pavements not pebbles. I was unequipped to fight the icy winds of Kent's shores, not having the foresight to check how windy it was as I assumed sunshine was all that mattered. My coat though punctured with grommet hole designs were no match for the angry gusts, such a heavy metal-adorned coat felt like a thin blouse, fluttering weightlessly in the air. Being the anxious person that I am, for once in a long time, I was truly relaxed. I closed my eyes tilted my body back against the strong wind, almost being able to rest on them. There was no stress, no need of it. I felt miniscule and powerless, vulnerable and forgettable, yet it was somehow comforting feeling that way.
trousers ZARA WOMENS

photography BRYANT LEE

03 February 2015

Fleur Denim

It sucks that every post I put it seems to start off with apologies to my readers for not posting more often, and again, I have not abandoned you dear provokees. I shot two videos around Camden and Shoreditch two weeks ago and hope to post them up in a week or two once the footage is properly edited, still honing down to the right song to go with the mood. Currently, I'm up to my eyeballs in deadlines, meetings, projects, most if not all related to my final year collection, and I hate that I feel like I'm pulling myself out of friend circles and blogging as well, but I hope this little post here can make it up to you guys. Dear Melody aka. Meowie joins the 'crew' and made her way here to London, and since my cactus Harley needed a new pot, I figured going to Columbia Road Flower Sunday Market and ask people if they sold pot would be the right way to go, don't you? As we slowly blended into and merged with the slow shifting crowds of locals and tourists in a cramped narrow road, I sworn I will not spend a dime on new flowers that will welt in a week, then it hit me, I could always dry my flowers and keep them on permanent display, so in a haze of fresh cut flowers and pollen blazing about, I left with six bundles, hardly being able to carry them around without looking like I work there. I would've loved to stay and smell the eucalyptus leaves and one pound lavenders but the cold was just too unbearable, and my exposed ankles turned white, which was a sign that my nerves needed to be revitalized. I could've sworn I saw Jessica Stein from Tuula Vintage there, all six foot (or more) of her, but then again isn't she in Maldives according to her Instagram feed? So I tweeted her to confirm and indeed yes, it was her. From Maldives to freezing London? I choose the former, let's trade Jess.
jeans UNIQLO
loafers CÉLINE

photography MELODY TAN
editing BRYANT LEE

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