21 November 2014

Post-Paris Ponders

Upon my most recent return from Paris, it truly hit me, I much rather prefer being a frequent visitor to this ville de l'amour than a residence. The ideal situation is I be a New Yorker - as you've all seen how much I thrived on that last year living and working in The Big Apple for eight months - and dropping by London whenever, and skipping over to Paris. This 'lifestyle' if you could call it that, over the years has led me to rake up quite a few little urban families in each city, which makes navigating them a lot easier as a nomadic boy-tomboy. This way, I still get to play the American (hopefully the educated-not-clichéd American) in Paris scenario and maintain the illustrious illusion of the beauty that is Paris; since I don't think I can deal 24/7 with the gypsies, the political incorrectness, linguistic disadvantage, awkward club scenes, and slow-paced lifestyle that irks even the most zen of us. True, the fresh artisinal pastries, architecture, insider galleries, fashion flagship stores, ubiquitous night cafés, smoking culture, and the fact that this is the place that houses Gainsbourg, Guislain, and Ghesquière, does tempt me to try on the 'Parisian shoe' one more time even though I know deep down, they're either not going to fit or I simply can't afford them. But look, either way, I'm simply trying to preserve some charm and mystery that I feel like after my fiftieth visit has somehow numbed me to it, or prepared me for it? Hold that thought whilst I wrap myself up in with my furry buddy of mine because is it me or is it bloody fucking cold these days? I know, I know, I shouldn't swear, I take back the word 'bloody'. #FuckItsCold
fur stole PRADA (HERE)
sneakers CHANEL

photography BRYANT LEE

14 November 2014

Sit, Stare, with Flare

The transition from autumn coolness to winter cold is underway, and I've been dreaming of pulling up some new layering trickery to dazzle you all with since July. Like most of you, the impatient/want-what-you-can't-have-now attitude resonates strongly in me on a visceral level, which renders me to yearn for coats in summer, and bare legs for winter. After all, if you can dare to bare, then by all means, strip. I love a girl who piles up on sweaters, while still futilely wraps up in a scarf even though her neck already has suffice warmth from her turtleneck, double on the coats but wears high waisted short shorts and clogs in a New York winter, she's got balls, and I dig her look. Just FYI, this girl existed, and I indeed have met her in NYC last year... She is awesome. The irony here is me talking about layering, yet not providing any substantial evidence to support such sartorial phenomenon. I'd get to it after I put this out there... In the mean time, I just wanted to share some moody, pose-y, and totally candid (yeah right?) photos from my 48 hours in Paris mini-getaway during the Halloween weekend. Apparently, we like waking up early and stare out onto Parisian streets through our windows, lounging around on piles of magazines, and planning which type of artisinal bread to munch on. #KillingTimeInParisChic
top & culottes CÉLINE


05 November 2014

Sporting Sporty

I often get asked if I work out, or am on any special diets. As much as I love a good yoga sesh, and even spin class or Pilates assuming that my trainer is charming enough to keep me distracted for an hour; the truth is my metabolism does a good great job at maintaining equilibrium, I mean a REALLY great job. No matter how drastic I change my diet or not exercise, my body stays the same #thankful. So it doesn't make much sense for me to dress sporty, lying to the world and myself that I'm athletic which, I'd admit, I'm not physically built to excel at sports. You can imagine how that helped my popularity in an all boys' school. Still, I like the idea of elements of athleticism weaving through an otherwise bland outfit. Here in London, there were two days of blissful sunshine and a glimpse of a reminder of summer. It's a final farewell to days of rocking midriff, and a perfect end to the ubiquitous Birkenstocks with or without irony-socks. So one of those two days, I adventurously sported this mesh t-shirt dress and traipsed my way east leaving the comfy safe havens of west london life, just for the day. As much as I would've loved to put on a pair of Marques'Almeida chunky loafers or Stella McCartney clogs, I preventatively opted for my Nikes because I get less antsy when I'm in comfortable footwear (don't we all-). And if you're wondering what the heck am I holding onto as an accessory, well.. it's my boxy net hand bag which is just the right amount of novelty needed for today's provocatively composed ensemble don't you think? It's great for carrying fruits and vegetables, especially avocados (and fresh kale)! Mm-mmm.... ma' fave!
sunglasses CÉLINE
sneakers NIKE WOMEN

27 October 2014

The 'N' Letter

Any garment that connects my torso my abdomen is okay in my (look)book. I find myself intrinsically drawn to odd, offbeat one-pieces; be it playsuits, overalls, jumpsuits, apron trousers, dungarees, and even flightsuits, yes flightsuits, and maybe onesies if you're feeling needy and kinky? There must be a psychological reason to being gravitated towards one-pieces, perhaps it eliminates the troubles of having to match a top and bottom, or you're really into workwear as casual-day-wear, or it subconsciously allows you to revert to an infant state-of-mind, but I rarely so 'NO' to jumpsuits. Take for example this white body-con (which in this case stands for body condom not body conscious) one-piece. Mine's from LLUNAA, a Hong Kong based womenswear and knitwear brand that just launched in London last Wednesday exclusively to the local press. So along with blogger buddies Zoe from Fashiononymous and Bryant from Bryantlives, we took to the streets and alleys of Hackney for some impromptu shoots, snacks, and shenanigans. Going minimal here by only throwing on candy necklace jewellery de la Chanel and resting-bitch-face shades. Needless to say, it was way too tempting not to shoot in front of a giant 'N' to reaffirm my name and identity. Now if I can only find the letters 'T' and 'P' candidly squished together, I will just need to caption, "this stands for The Provoker, not toilet paper."
sunglasses CÉLINE
jumpsuit LLUNNA (HERE)
necklace CHANEL
bracelet CHANEL

photography by Bryant Lee

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...