is anybody out there?
Because empire-waist means you can eat all you want to eat, I slipped this on in anticipation of eating as much as possible. Its a very bad habit; and a very good one as well. Red-and-black. My favorite combination. Ever. I could go for weeks wearing just this color combination.
Resisting the temptation to wear my patent red stilettoes, which I absolutely love, I brought out my kimono-print ones again.
The necklace is one big bloody joke. Here, I refer to the metal-and-ivory one. So, everytime The Best Friend and I shop, we end up shortlisting tons of stuff, as though we are picking the next top model or something. Afterwhich, we painstakingly convince ourselves which items to reject. Like this one. In the package, I only saw the brownish underside, which to be fair, is pretty. It was a tussle between this (brownish) one and another necklace. In the end she looked at the clasp and sides, and said, “This one. . looks more expensive. Get this.” Whilst she paid for hers, i.e. the above in the gold-and-ivory face. In the train, when we opened our packages, and realized. . dang, they are exactly the same. Just happens to be reversible.
Love the beaded hairband. It was hand-beaded by one of my closest and dearest gurlfriends ever, for my 21st. She knows I love red. And so she set about to make such a hairband for me after completing her beading course. She tells me I’m her strangest and quirkiest friend– what’s new– people call me strange all the time, I’d feel strange if I were not strange. My insanity is my sanity. Amen.
Do a pseudo-curtsey. . The one thing I love about this chiffon top is no matter how sheer, the prints are bold enough for one not to have to wear any tube or whatsoever below. Just the top. Purr-fect for this sickeningly hot weather.
chiffon top: Nichii
drainpipes: Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic
earrings: Accessorize
beaded hairband: customized gift
bangles: Aldo; vintage
red beads: my Mom’s
necklace: Aldo
shoes: Mollini (@ Perth, WA)
and it was yellow. .
The earlier part of the day was spent on some major statistical analysis for my cognitive research. Sitting in front of my Windows terminal was torture, but at least it didn’t crash on me once today– it always does, even IM; any Windows terminal, I swear it’s a conspiracy against Mac-ers. Originally estimating about seven hours of non-stop work, I found a few new formulas, executed some algorithms and saved three hours. Phew.
Because geeks need to eat their dinner too, I was way too lazy to wear my contact lenses. And so I smeared some eyeshadow on, and went out in my beloved Librarian glasses.
I said a little prayer at Marciano the other day– Bless me for I have sinned again– because as usual, I couldn’t resist their delectable offerings. Like this sunny yellow top with a ruffly neckline. Because the top half is made of a polyamide-like material (I have to check the labels before being too certain) it molds beautifully. The bottom is made of a lycra-cotton mix (I think) with the ribs of a cotton singlet. And an “M” in swarovski crystals lovingly encrusts a small part of the bottom half of the top.
The fruits, too, were harvested.
top: Maricano
drainpipes: Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic
glasses: Prodesign
bangles: Aldo; Mango
peeptoes: Charles & Keith
handbag: Mango
And as far as bold yellow goes, here’s another look I had for my exams last semester
lost child
“But I want to sleep” I mumbled and protested into the phone. It’s Sunday, I’m tired and want to roll in bed. Anyhows I got my ass dragged out. In the most casual of casuals– a sign of protest– and to my shock horror, I went out in denim jeans. The last time I wore any pair of denim jeans was nowhere near the second half of 2007. Twisted-up hair. Eyebrow pencil, concealer, a loose top, a pair of earrings, skinnies, a bangle, a bag and a pair of wedges. Minimal for once. Couldn’t even be bothered to change laundre– I realize this lazy-to-change-laundre habit is fast becoming a Sunday Pattern. Bleah
Some of my favorite pathetic faces.
top: Arithalia
drainpipes: Warehouse
earrings: Live (@ Perth, WA)
bangle: The Zoo (yup, and I mean the zoo where you visit the animals)
wedges: Charles & Keith
handbag: Roccobaracco
tee off
Narcoleptic or otherwise, it’s almost scary how I can fall asleep almost anywhere. Today the first thought of going for skin treatment given the really bad acne outbreak a few months back made me think. . Hmm, purr-fect. I can sleep there. My follow-up treatments involve this procedure known as Cooltouch. This involves a laser gun shooting out cold gas. But it bloody hurts after the second round the numbing gel ceases to work, I practically lurch up from where I’m lying down. Imagine if there wasn’t any gel applied? So the gel has to stay on for half an hour, after which the face is cling-wrapped to prevent oxidation. The waiting time is the time I take to sleep. Sleep, therefore, involves comfortable clothes.
As for how much I’ve spent there I could practically cry. Enough to buy me a few pairs of brand-new Manolo Blahniks. I blame my horrid hormones and acne-prone genes and tropical weather here that clogs up every bloody pore. And now I hafta work like a bastard to recoop my loses. Imagine what I could have bought if I had perfect skin and therefore have no need for treatments?
t-shirt: Nichii
drainpipes: Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic
handbag: Guess?
pumps: Delicious
ring: Forever 21
shades: Mango
headband: Cotton On
old habits die hard
Men’s singlet. Again. Men’s cuff. Again. Men’s suspenders. Again.
You know why men look buff in their singlets? It’s because these are cut to look that way, a women’s wifebeater (well, technically a tank top) is cut to flatter her chest in another way altogether. Anyhows, a man’s singlet goes purr-fectly whenever I’m feeling androgynous
The ladder was leaning against the chiku tree at the back since it’s harvest time.
but somehow, a girl cannot abandon her high heels
the look: very minimal makeup
read: base and a smear of brown eyeshadow
love the Revolution-like theme on the tee. I suspect it’s Che-inspired, since I see Hasta la Victopia on the label. . still what is Victopia beats me.
men’s singlet: Blend
suspenders: some random accessories shop
multiple-crucifix chain: Mango
cuff: some random accessories shop
drainpipes: Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic
shoes: Charles & Keith
tee up, giddy up
Today I wore the brown/ocher lace tube top in two different ways. First stop I had to tutor. .which meant I sure as hell couldn’t show up in a tube. Therefore I tucked it over a shirt, and wore my favorite item ever. .the white drainpipes! It’s such a bloody addiction, and the thing I love about pants and jeans is that I can start to sit like a gangster in them.
tis part of my book collection because there is no longer any shelving space available for them. .
tee: Mango
tube: BySi
necklace: modified Forever 21 (all I did was disconnect some bits and reconnected them with tiny safety pins and tied ribbons of all kinds on them. . including those sort of ribbons that form the hanging strap for clothes)
wedges: Charles & Keith
bangle: Dorothy Perkins
beret: from cadet days
clutch: vintage (my grandmother’s. . it’s what Indian businessmen use to hold their documents)
books: that which make me broke
hogwash
It’s such an awful thing to do but on days when the changing rooms are utterly queue-less, some friends and I like to hog them and take photos. . Now, this particular one has got nice chairs, therefore we got trigger-happy.
I love this fuchsia satin top because of its ruching detail. Too bad it looks pretty awful in photographs.
top: Sixties Inspired Design
drainpipes: Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic
earrings: Accessorize
shoes: Pazzion
bag: Charles & Keith
hairband: Aldo
my legs are red
I love drainpipes a.k.a. skinny jeans, and on the other hand, I also love wide-legged pants. My first pair of skinny jeans was blue, but I barely wear blue denim any longer. And then I bought my R&Rs. Added to the stable later was my grey pair, which banished my blue ones out of existence forever. The last pair I bought would be these red ones. I am so bad at bargain shopping– I mean, I do go to jumble sales and flea markets and all– but there’s a shopping center here that adolescents go to all the time. Which produce a lot of knockoffs of what’s trendy. Coupled with the competition since the shops do not engage in much product differentiation, prices are low. Still, I keep thinking I get quite a few good bargains here and there, until someone pointed out to me that “Bebé sales, 30% off, is not considered a bargain”. I thought my Aldo headbands were cool, until someone told me too, hey you can get them at $2 from (insert shop name)! Oh well, that’s like 10% of the price, but. .a tad late. But I got this pair of jeans from one small shop in said shopping center. Their drainpipes are only $30 and available in every color of the rainbow. It’s been some time since I last stepped there. Soon, I shalt acquire more colors.
Anyhows, most of the time I always puzzle as to how to wear red drainpipes, without looking too punkish or god forbid, like emo teenage boys who sport them proudly with copious amounts of eyeliner. Neither do I want to look too loud in them. Still, I like this look which I wore out on Sunday. A day of scuttling around– what’s new– with work and with weather purr-fect for café-ing.
I did a dry run on my new chunky-heeled Mary Janes. Gotta say I love them! Even sans gel insoles, I rate their comfort levels at about 8/10. That is, after walking up an extremely hilly slope twice, and down it once. Factor in copious amounts of walking– I live in a hilly estate, which is a good thing so I get to work out my legs– and bam!
Yup, that’s my Abyssinian cat in the rabbit’s cage. It jumps in most happily, as though happy to be caged up. But he opens cages, so it’s fine.
top: Giordano
scarf: my mom’s
earrings: vintage
drainpipes: New Future
mary janes: Charles & Keith
the larger the better
Lazy dressed-down day to the skin doc’s means minimal accessories, the same ol’ pair of red stilettoes, the same ol’ bag and a large pair of earrings.
top: Chomel
headband: Chameleon
drainpipes: Mango
shoes: Pazzion
bag: Nine West
earrings: Accessorize
loris
Somehow I feel a tad like an animal in this top/dress. .
top: BySi
drainpipes: Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic
clogs: my mom’s
necklace: vintage
earrings: vintage
shades: Mango
bangle: Mango
aliens
Marciano occupies a corner in Guess? boutiques here, and have absolutely scrumptious offerings. Literally, Marciano means alien in Spanish. Every detail in their clothes reflects something either very polished or sensual, and despite it being substantially pricier– e.g. a shirt at $200 and up, and a dress more than $300– I normally succumb to the temptation. Two of the most sensual clothing labels I can afford for now would be Bebé and Marciano. I often like to quip, they are sex. Seriously.
I love shirts alot because they can be either dressed up or down. I also love oversized men shirts because they are extremely sexy. For now, before I work proper, I choose shirts with nice details. This one has gold buttons and a satin pink sash. The materials are a combination of satin and lycra-cotton-mix, which makes it a mold-fitting dream to wear.
It’s quite a lament how few times I get to wear my clothes. Sometimes, only once, because so many others are in the queue, of which the queue has even more to be added to it in future. This juicy-looking fuchsia one, however, was worn twice. “Yeah, P, huge achievement” as my friends love to tease me. Anyhows, I’m looking forward to wearing it a third time.
top from Marciano; belt from Mango; skirt from Rest & Relax; shades from Mango
shirt from Marciano ; drainpipes from Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic; diamond necklace (my maternal Grandmother’s); bracelet (vintage); shoes from Nine West; bag from Chloé
