black in moderation: Tokyo.

day one// Comme des Garcons store at Omotesando: Topman beanie, Maiden harness and tee, Topman denim.

day two// searching for Rosso hairdressers at Shimokitazawa: Morgan & Taylor felt hat, Stussy bag, Topshop dress, Nike Air Max.

day three// window shopping at Ginza strip: Les Plus Dores team Margiela tee, Zara scarf, Mango denim, Timbaland boots.

day four// looking for Margiela at Ebisu: Topman beanie, H&M top, Mango denim, Doc Martens.

photo credits: Raelene Baget & Keiko Motoi, Tokyo 2013.

the damage from way back when it mattered.

my packing skills only becomes less organised with each trip i go on. i fly out in a few hours and i'm still dawdling around. but before i go i had to post, because we all know how badly i articulate what i need to say in real life, so i shall write my thoughts out with the aid of my thesaurus.

it's been less than a year since i went on my first world adventure. i caught the disease from a few gypsies i'd been spending too much time with at the time, and here i find myself at the airport again. to think, that once upon a time i was made to believe that traveling had to be saved for marriage life. nah. not me. my life consists of inconsistent relations, impulse buying and temporary highs but at the end of the day, i'm still doing what i want to do, right or wrong. i'm off to catch up with some friends around the world, but i know i'll always come home to family. 

peace.

photo credit: Rennan Dizon, Camden Markets London 2012

cover up where you've been.

the best way to keep on your toes is to take up a bridal job six weeks before you venture out into the big bad world all over again. i always thought i had a more conservative style of designing, but this project was a challenge and a half. stress levels subsided, and i can finally start getting excited about next week :)

only for the diligent.

i recall the time when it was no longer fitting to wear baggy jeans out clubbing. i also remember not giving a fuck about what was ‘socially acceptable’ to wear out in public. the ever growing trend of fashion blogging has somewhat destroyed the illusive world of fashion for me. it used to mean something to get accepted in a recognised fashion school to study the design principles among other enthusiasts and be taught by professionals in the industry. now all you need is a url and hey presto you are a certified style icon. here are my top 5 fashionista woes:

1. having mountains of clothes doesn’t measure how fashionable you are, i can guarantee you that a good amount of that wardrobe would not be accepted at Salvos.
2. designer wear is all the hype. half of you don’t even know why you spend thousands on a designer piece, other than the fact that it was featured on your instagram feed. high end fashion was once known for it’s impeccable detail, quality and exclusivity.
3. enhancing your body and saying it’s to boost your self confidence and then having the sudden urge to post provocative ‘model’ shots on the web AND THEN letting the world know you are unimpressed by the unwanted attention you get is just…confusing really. way to be humble.
4. throwing on all your mismatched clothing doesn’t make you eclectic. it just doesn’t.
5. and lastly, uploading shameless selfie pics (clothed or unclothed) with your iphone in the frame is not attractive. nor is it sexy.

this is not me being cocky, this is my developed thought process and evaluation of how quickly technology and society has advanced, or rather, misinformed the scope of fashionistas out there. dare to start a fashion blog, but please do have something different and informative to talk about.