Wednesday, July 30, 2008


My partner in crime blogging, eighteeneleven, is awaiting the Internet people to go to her apartment and link her up to the World Wide Web. Until she gets her connection set up, I will be serving as entertainment down here in this arena. I solemnly promise to be boring, completely devoid of personality and be rather cheeky. (1811 is probably gonna layeth the smacketh down on me when she sees me next from this inanity)

Pink inside

I wish to seek more information about the designer for this skirt I am wearing. I got the skirt from Camberwell Market last weekend and I distinctly remember the seller mentioning something about how the designer, Chris Graf (as it says on the tag), had to close down his business or shop or something. I find the skirt incredibly gorgeous and would like to know more about his collection/line. Point is, my Google-fu isn't working so hot right now and I can't seem to find anything on a Chris Graf in Melbourne. Can anyone help out this girl's infatuation with a mysterious designer?

Jean jacket: Hand me down, Red zip-up cardigan: hand me down, White tank top: Bonds, Grey arm armers: some shop in Chinatown, Skirt: Chris Graf - thrifted, Tights: Safeway, Shoes: Docs.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

For Nick... some sort of explanation

In response to Nick's comment in my previous post (which has unfortunately raised his ire) about the rights and wrong of fashion, I suppose the only reply I have is this; that original question is born from both my fashion-illiteracy and my supposed 'open-mindedness'. Let me explain.

As I've mentioned before, I come from a background that's not exactly fashion conscious. For the longest time I lived in t-shirt and jeans, which isn't to say bad, but I'm definitely more experimental when it comes to wardrobe selections these days. I am mostly going on instinct and a trial-by-error basis here. So unfortunately I don't really know what's right and wrong, or if there even is a right and wrong. When I discuss fashion choices with my friends I am always amazed at how they have self-imposed fashion rules and the rigidity with which they follow it by. When you read fashion and style blogs/magazines, there are always rules created by some 'god of fashion' - what's hot, what's not, trends etc. The point is, conventionally speaking, there seems to be some sort of code people,
from the everyday person to fashion editors, dress by. What I wanted to know was where the line is drawn in terms of what is considered appropriate/pretty/ugly.

And with regards to your comment about my open-mindedness, wouldn't it actually be within character then to ask such a question if I am supposedly open-minded? To be acting out of character would be to denounce and write-off something or someone without question, no?

Blah blah. This post has gone on much longer than I wanted it to. I'm off to bed now.

I love sleeping

Jacket: remixed, T-shirt: Genki, Scarve worn as belt: thrifted, Skirt: Duchess, Tights: Safeway, Shoes: I've had it so long I don't remember where I first bought it from.

Fashion no-spiration

I found the most awesomely ridiculous belt in an op shop the other day.


That's it in it's infinite glory right there. The crocodile print runs throughout the belt, save the front, which has this absolutely ridonkulous belt/buckle combination.

Colour blocking?

Obviously, I love it.

This makes me wonder about fashion and how we perceive it. One person's Philip Lim might be another person's Stella McCartney. Perhaps some might consider Steve Madden's creations superior over Christian Louboutin's. Fashion is so inherently subjective that one item of clothing/accessory can be met with countless differing opinions. I like that belt even though it's not conventionally stylish or pretty. My male friend succinctly expressed his feelings about it by informing me that "the '80s called, and they want their belt back." Regardless of his disinterest, I feel very strongly for this belt. Who is right in this case? Is there even a right and wrong in fashion? Does that mean leggings worn as pants are actually ... *gulp* ... acceptable??

Top: MNG, Necklace: eBay, Belt: thrifted, Skirt: Savers, Tights: Myers, Shoes: some shop in Malaysia.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Rainy Days and Mondays

I think the rain stalked me back home from HK. It was raining the entire time I was on holiday there, and it has been raining the past couple of days as well. Usually I love rain, just not while I'm on holiday, as that just makes me want to curl up into bed and watch bad telly.

Not today though, as we had an appointment for lunch.

Black satin dress: Alice Euphemia; Oxfords: Jeffrey Campbell; Necklace: Thomas Sabo; Sunglasses: Thrifted.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Dinner and Movies

A casual dinner at my friend's place, watching movies and eating home-made pizzas and dessert. I finally watched Step Up 2, along with Austin Powers, and High School Musical (don't ask. =P).

Dress: Quick Brown Fox; Shoes: Random store in Hong Kong ('Inspired' by Nine West, which was 'inspired' by Balenciaga [if I'm not mistaken]); Earrings: Gift.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

I blue myself

Besides being one of my favourite lines off Arrested Development, that line is rather appropriate for today's outfit. I've been sticking closely to a dark/plain palette since Tuesday out of respect for my maternal grandmother's passing. My family is much closer to my dad's side, mostly due to geographic and language constraints. So the sudden death of my maternal grandma lacks the impact any tragedy that befalls my paternal grandparents would have had. I'm not playing favourites, I'm just being honest. I am aware how extremely terrible and callous I sound here, but the truth is seeing each other three days a year with little to communicate about didn't exactly breed the healthiest relationship between my grandma and I. I have very little memories of her and what little that exists are recollections from other people, not purely my own. She was a stranger to me, and I'm sorry that distance and language differences never gave us a real shot of some semblance of a relationship.

This much I know is true: She was nice, she was caring and she was kind. I may have never really known her, but I still mourn the loss of my mother's mother.

I blue myself.

Flower hairpin: Sportsgirl, Dress: Thrifted, Slip: Supre, Belt: Taken from another dress,Tights: Myers, Shoes: Eleanor 'Bluebird' Keds.

Chocolate for Dinner = A Happy Girl.

Went out for a celebratory 'dinner' with my friends tonight at Max Brenners, and I have to tell you, it's better than the one we have in Melbourne. Even though both have similar menu and prices, I feel that in both presentation and value Singapore has Oz beat. For example, with the Belgian Waffles, not only do you get two waffles, you also get ice cream, chocolate and peanut butter covered bananas, while back home all you get is one measly waffle with chocolate sauce.

The only downside here is that it's so far away from my house. Boo.

By the way Kaz, when my friends saw me, they mentioned how colourful I looked. =P

Floral halter dress: Thrifted; Heels: Topshop; Patent faux reptile skin belt: Stolen from my mom.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Movie watching outfits

I've been on a a bit of a movie watching kick recently. In three days, I watched three movies. When it comes to watching movies at the cinema, you want to make sure that you dress comfortably enough. So avoid if at all possible clothes that tie up the back, ruffles, puffs and anything made from satin (crumple city!).

15 July '08Y SO SRS

On the left is what I wore to watch Hancock on Tuesday night. And on the right, is my attempt at dressing up for The Dark Knight. Even though both movies deals with superheroes as their main protagonist, one movie was much better than the other. Take a wild guess as to which one I'm referring to.

LEFT - Jacket: Dangerfield, Blue top: ??, Black cardigan: Topshop, Skirt: Jay Jays, Tights: Myers, Shoes: Converse.
RIGHT- Shirt: MNG, Waistcoat: Thrifted, Flower: Hairpin from Sportsgirl, Shorts: Valleygirl, Tights: Myers, Shoes: some shop in Malaysia.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Back In Black

Sorry for the disappearing act, but I was on holidays for a couple of days, and since coming back, I have been desperately trying to pack all my loot away. The conclusion is that it simply cannot be done. I currently have too many things and not enough space. It's gotten so bad that most of my new clothes and a bunch of dresses are just hanging by my bed, my shoes are all stacked up in a corner and I have another corner piled high with random accessories such as tights, scarves, and trinkets, all of which I have to remember to bring back to Oz. I guess that one of the downside living somewhere for only a couple of weeks a year.

So, even though I've gone back to black, I'm trying to add some colour to what I'm wearing. For the longest time, I was highly 'allergic' to floral - probably the same reason why I avoided wearing pink for the longest time - which I have attributed to my childhood. Unlike Kaz, I was the quintessential fairy princess archetype. I practically lived in dresses, most of which tulle-filled, pink cotton candy sweet confections, with lots of barrettes and plastic flowers in my hair. As I grew older, I tried to distance myself from that girl, and embraced strong colours, like blacks and reds.

Floral dress from some street-side Korean store; Flats I got from Hong Kong, Bib-thing by 12 x 12

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Mad about prints

I'm greatly enjoying the challenge of taking pictures outdoors without employing the use of a tripod (that I don't have to begin with). It forces creativity with setting up shots and improvisation - as best as I can. Although I feel rather self-conscious setting up the camera and posing, I think I'd feel doubly so if I were to ask someone else to take my picture. Part of the fun comes from seeing the results of the guesswork. Thus far, I have found the pictures to be sadly lacking, but one learns from trial and error, no?

Today's picture was taken at an abandoned lot on Swanston St, in front of RMIT. My camera was balanced on a bottle of detergent. Hurray for bulky cameras that don't tip over at the slightest pick up of the wind!

As much as I adore and try to emulate the idea of dressing by colour blocking, at the end of the day, I seem to find myself with a closet full of prints. The majority of my summer dresses come with designs on them, whether to to reflect the sunnier weather or an unconscious effect of my severe bias towards prints, I'm not too sure.

13 July '08

Jacket: MNG - hand me down, Thermal (not pictured): Kathmandu, Dress: Valleygirl, Tights: Miss Shop @ Myers, Shoes: Doc Martens - eBay.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Two days worth of outfits

9th July 2008
Melbourne has been really temperamental today. The sun will be bright outside giving the illusion of warmth, but once you step outside the biting wind will remind you that such delusions are best left not to the winter season. What little heat the sun rays brings are usually momentary - the clouds roll in bringing in drizzle and rain right when you think the weather just might be on this side of perfect.

But it's all alright with me. For I merely put the hood on my jacket up, jack up the volume on my MP3 player and get on with my merry way. With The Beatles crooning their songs in my ears, nothing seems more beautiful than this moment and the most impossible weather is but a minute issue.

I <3 hoods

Jacket: MNG, White slip: Supre, Dress: Vintage Sportsgirl - thrifted, Tights: Safeway, Shoes: Doc Martens.


12th July 2008
Okay, the truth comes out. I actually have really terrible eyesight. It has been that way since I messed up my eyes by reading in the dark at age four/five. In fact, I can barely remember a time where I didn't wear glasses. Thankfully, after getting over my fear of touching my eyeballs and embracing contact lenses at age 14, there's been a bit more freedom when it comes to sunglasses as a styling option.

Most days I rely on contacts to get me through the day. It's just easier - less hassle while running around doing errands and in light of the crap weather we've been having, not having to wipe your glasses every five minutes is a definite plus. At the end of the day though, laziness wins out and dictates what medium I'm choosing to view the world with. Guess what kind of day was today?

Librarian?View from the back

Blazer: Vintage - thrifted, Pullover: MNG, Halter floral dress: some shops in Costa Rica, Tights: Myers, Shoes: dodgy Asian shop in Chinatown.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Waist not, want not

I have mixed feelings about waist coats. For the most part, I think they look rather chic and serves quite well in jazzing up a plain ol' t-shirt and jeans outfit. That being said, I like it better on males than females. I'm rather fond of the men's cut waist coat, so when I found one for $5 at the Camberwell market, I snapped it up without hesitation. I initially planned to alter it to fit better, but then I'm not sure I want to give up the loose fit, even though it does make me look rather boxy. I'm still in two minds about it. Perhaps I might just pin up the back when I use it next to see which one I like better.

WaistcoatWaistcoat layered up

Dress: Genki, Waistcoat: Thrifted, Tights: Myers, Shoes: eBay, Coat: MNG

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Colour splash

In an effort to better my photography skills and shake things up a little, I took my 'What I Wore Today' picture outside. It was a warm, beautiful day and it would have been a waste to not try to capture that. I actually think I looked photoshopped into this picture. How strange. I'm not satisfied with the end result, but until I can figure out a way to work around my lack of tripod or remote, I'll keep self-timering myself whilst ignoring the weird looks others are throwing me.

If you don't include my bag, I am wearing seven colours. It does seem a tad excessive, almost as if I got dressed in the dark. I'm not sure I managed to pull it all off even but I'm of the opinion that if it makes you happy, stuff what others think.

Rainbow vomit

I have a great story about that tote bag by the way. I first saw it in January 2006 in Isetan, Malaysia. It was retailing for MYR$100 and I couldn't justify paying that much for a canvas tote bag, even if I desperately coveted it. So I went away deeply regretting my cheapskate tendencies. I searched for the bag online and found it, yet I still couldn't justify paying US$40 for it. January 2007 comes and I find myself wandering around KLCC, Malaysia, with my family. What should I come upon but that very same bag! It had been slashed 50% off the original price and without a second thought, I snapped it up. I use it almost daily, and it never fails to bring a smile upon my face. Mostly because I have a strong aversion towards birds, pigeons in particular, and the print correctly sums up my feelings towards them.

Earrings: market in Malaysia, Denim jacket: hand me down, Red cardigan: MNG, Belt: thrifted, Skirt: Valley Girl, Tights: Miss Shop by Myers, Shoes: Wittner, Bag: Parcel

Friday, July 4, 2008

Lack of Black Part II

So continues my 'No Black' streak. Well, I don't know if you can all it a streak if it has only been two outfits. But if you include the past two days when I was packing my room and clad in an old t-shirt and shorts, those outfits weren't black either. So technically, it's been 4 days of black free outfits. Go me!

Anyways this top was stolen out of my mom's cupboard at the last minute, and after informing her that I plan on keeping it, I think she is now going to think twice before letting me into her wardrobe. But I really like it. So I'm going to try to sneak it back with me when I return. Dont tell her that!

Top: Vintage from mom; High-Waisted Shorts: Alice Euphemia; Patent Flats: Payless; Bag: Minko; Sunglasses: Thrifted.

Winter and colours

Melbourne as a city tends to favour the colour black. Winter, the season, usually brings out the blackness from people's closet. Thus, Melbourne in winter makes for one very somberly attired city. I was walking around town yesterday and it was almost suffocating, the amount of black on the streets. While Chaz may adore the colour black, I don't feel quite so strongly for it. I like my clothes in Technicolour.


That being said the majority of my winter coats are black. So I'm definitely going to find some way to colour-ify the hell out of my winter outfits.

Coat: thrifted, T-shirt: Threadless, Whale pin: thrifted, Skirt: Dangerfield, Tights: Safeway, Shoes: Doc Martens, yes, that's right that's the other pair I own.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Doc Martens and me: my revenge.

As a child of the '90s, I couldn't turn a corner without seeing a pair of Doc Martens on the street. I wanted one very terribly but my parents, being the voice of reason and my annoyance, maintained that buying one would be a waste of money as not only were they expensive but my feet were still growing, thus negating their use in a couple of months. In fact up until I was 13, I didn't own any pair of branded footwear. I instead lived vicariously through my school friends who couldn't wait to show off their Nikes and Reeboks.

Now, after puberty has passed and thanks to eBay, I finally own the very pair of shoes I have been craving after. In fact, eBay actually helped me own two pairs of Doc Martens. My parents would call it excessive but I say I'm compensating for all that lost time.


I suspect this is the reason why whenever I wear my Docs, I feel transported right back to the '90s. I mean, obviously the popular culture atmosphere is completely different. We no longer have Clarissa and the 'm' in MTV has become something of a modern joke. But it's all in the mindset, and whenever I put on my Docs, it's like Smashing Pumpkins was still good and Luscious Jackson still existed.

Beanie; Jay Jays, Jacket; Venom, Dress; thrifted, Tights; Safeway, Shoes; Doc Martens.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Feeling this

It's been a while since I've listened to Blink 182. Hearing their tunes always bring back good memories, even though it's slightly tinted by bitterness over the unexpected demise of the band and the epic douchebaggery of Tom. Today I'm wearing my Blink 182 shirt to honour and remember the good times. The shirt was a birthday gift from a friend when I was 18, and it remains one of my favourite gifts ever.


Jean jacket; hand me down, Shirt; a gift, Belt; thrifted, Skirt; thrifted, Shoes; Wittner.

Look Ma, No Black!

In a moment of weakness, I made a promise to Kaz. As a result, today I scrambled to put together an outfit that did not completely consist of the colour black. Resisting the urge to pick out yet another black dress, and looking at all the clothes I had brought home, I realized that I had packed in very few coloured pieces.

But I managed it. However, true to form, I could not resist throwing on a black vest (one of my favourites). So if she asks, tell her it still counts!

Dress: Gap; Belt: Vintage; Vest: Alice Euphemia; Shoes: Payless

Putting my foot in my mouth

I tend to do a lot. While Charm is the epitome of elegance and poise, I represent the opposite end of the spectrum, spazzy and speaking often without a filter in my brain. I do still stand by what I say regarding self-deprecation and the misuse of it. But I wish it didn't seem so hostile towards people who do use it, especially now that she's co-author. Honestly though, the Chazmeister is probably the most stylish person I know. And I don't think she ever needs to apologize (because it's too late, too late) for anything except perhaps denting my hugely inflated self-esteem with her fabulous style. Without laying on the mush, it's really an honour that she chose to muck around my still-discovering-style ways instead of scoffing and laughing.

Today I felt like being an asshole so I tried to dress like a hipster. I'm lacking the skinny jeans, but I've got the Chucks and Raybans so I figure that puts me right back over the hipster edge.


I bag the hell out hipsters, but I have to admit that occasionally I dig their style. There are certain actors whose personal style I adore who would conventionally fall into the 'hipster' category. Although I don't agree with the standard uniform that every single person in that little niche seems to subscribe to (American Apparel wear, skinny jeans, Chucks), I have to admit that sometimes I like to look like a homeless person too. Wow, backhanded compliment much?

Jacket from Dangerfield, red hooded cardigan from Cotton On, Threadless t-shirt, jeans from Topshop and Chucks.