Mind Games

Sometimes i think the mind is built to torture the life it belongs to. Truth is, responsibilities had kept me sane. I thank god everyday i still have that; responsibility, not my sanity. Although sometimes i secretly wish i don't have both. Wouldn't it be better to live a life worry-free in an institution than going thru hell everyday with worries and unexplained feelings?

'SuperMods Enter Rehab' by Miesel for July 2007 issue of Vogue Italia

Mulberry Spring/Summer 2011 Short Film

Need another reason why i lurve.. lurve.. LURVE the arrival of spring?

Coco Rocha for John Lewis

I'm liking the whole pastelly/retro-ish/mad man inspiration captured in john lewis' spring/summer 2011 lookbook featuring the lovely coco rocha. I especially adore the colours in these shots and is simply over joy with the return of storytelling in editorial.

Don't you just *heart* cherry blossom? Spring is here again folks!!

Daydreaming AGAIN

Ahh.. another boring day in paradise. Hmm. Well, boys and girls and tranny alike, let's all do something fun and exciting for today *said in a high-pitched, strident voice* That's me doing my thang for Dora the Explorer. Treat it as my little tribute to the downfall of our next generation all thanks to Playhouse Disney. Honestly, Barney the purple dino was way better, if you ask me.

Anyways, since it's the dawn of the lunar new year, let's daydream about what we would have accomplish if we have chosen a different route in life. Think, gywneth paltrow in the 1998 cult film sliding doors. Apply the same theory here. So, i'm thinking what if i'm less of a prune and be a lot adventures, would i still be working in advertising? What would i have done? Would i have led a different life? Would i be the wanna you guys have learned to love and adore? *puke* Haha.

If given that chance, i would pack my bags in a heartbeat, jet off to one of the scandinavian countries, work in a fish farm on weekdays, pluck herbs in the weekend and save enough to open my own concept store. The store would have findings from my frequent escapades to the likes of antique shops along cukurcuma caddesi in turkey, the flea market near st. ludmila cathedral in prague or underground designer pieces at changle lu, shanghai. I imagine the place to have worn out painted-white wood flooring, large french windows with thin rusty steel frames, high ceiling and preferably with an open mezzanine floor to work as a small office. I'll have odd out furniture lining the pleasure ground, heavy off-white fabrics to drape the windows, and have enough sunlight to escape through, to keep the store in the feeling of the first day of summer, where the breeze of spring still lingers in the air. I'll call the store, Rusty.

p/s : As always i have a confession to make. I really seriously have no idea where most of these photos are from. Hence, if any of this is yours and you want them down, let me know ya..

So, all together once again now, 'i love you, you love me, we are all a fa-mi-ly'

Want a dose of Justin B's nail polish?

I woke up this morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, to the horror that was before my eyes. Imagine base-jumping off the sinkhole in the middle of guatemala city (you know, the hole that swallowed a house and a three-storey building a while back), times that by say.. #367265 and you'll get the weight of the horror i'm facing. Justin Beaver, the smooching young youtube sensation as we know him, has launched his own line of nail polish for Nicole by OPI! Shocker, rite! Jeez. What's worst is that the 'collection' was released at 3,000 walmart stores across united states and all 3,000 stores completely sold out!!! People, what is happening here? At times of our economy crisis is just at its baby step to recovery, we do not spend money on nail polish from a boy who haven't even finish high school. That's not wise. And i'm sure as hell its not spiritually sound to do so either. People, listen to me.. these whole justin beaver massacre is not cool. Not cool at all.



What's next? His own line of clip-on dentures for the oldies so they can belt out his song without the fear of losing their teeth while at it? Jeez..

Today's Inspiration : Delusional Post-War Soldier

So, i had this recurring dream about me being in this post-war melodrama episode, and i woke up thinking maybe i should really stop watching blast from the past so many a times. And as i was ducking through my drawers trying to get dress for work, i pulled out this rather old and rather tight lil t-shirt i got from shanghai that totally reflect my whole post-war affair. And i thought, i should go to work as a retired-delusional-post-war-soldier-living-on-military-pension for the day!

My inspiration is partly taken from Ryan Kwanten's spread for the september '09 issue of GQ Magazine, and these dreamy fushia/blue unknown fashion editorial from jetroot.com. And in the photos, i was actually trying to pretend that i'm a channel surfing overweight couch potatoe soldier. I failed, obviously.

By the way, you can't really tell the details on my t-shirt, but its of some forties lieutenant shirt design printed on it. It even has this printed ray ban hanging from the printed breast pocket with a printed nametag on it. The whole nine yard! BUT then i remember why i seldom/never wear it. It has this really weird puff up cap sleeves. Yes, you hear me right, cap-effing-sleeves that puff up like cinderella's pumpkin dress! What a shocker.

Here's the unknown editorial from jetroot.com. I cannot stress enough that if these photos are yours and you want it down, please.. please don't hesitate to let me know. But before you do so, can you give me the number to your retoucher. I think i might need to hire him..

* I'll work harder to resemble my inspiration next time. These ones turned out rather half-baked actually :O

A Love Affair with Kitchen Stories

I was out goggling (actually i was at home, on my bed in my sweats, but i guess 'out' makes me sound like i have a bit of a life.. so, just play along will ya.. ) As i was saying, i was out goggling and i came across this film review on Kitchen Stories. A 2003 norwegian film by Bent Hamer.

'Kitchen Stories centers around a swedish efficiency researchers who came to norway for a study of norwegian men, to optimize their use of their kitchen. Folke Nilsson is assigned to study the habits of Isak Bjørvik. By the rules of the research institute, Folke is on a twenty-four-hour call, and sat in a special strategically placed umpire's chair in Isak's kitchen. And, under no circumstances is Folke allow to be spoken to, or included in the kitchen activities. Somehow, Isak stops using his kitchen and observes Folke through a hole in the ceiling instead. However, the two lonely men slowly overcome the initial post-war Norwegian-Swede distrust and become friends'

*excerpt from wikipedia and imdb

Honestly, how bizarre/crazy/insane/willy wonka is that review? The story is damn twisted man, and i'm sure mr hamer would play down the whole craziness of the storyline and make it as subtle as just another gilmore girls moment. I will kill to get a glimpse of it. But thanks to my country and its amazing import laws, i guess i'll prolly be five hundred years old before i could get my hands on it. Why not go through amazon.com or steal it off bit torrent and shit? Well, #1, I don't particularly adore internet transactions. Its like a plaque i try to avoid. #2, I feel bad enough stealing tunes off the net, so i'll keep whatever left of my morals to refrain from downloading movies. I should be at least supportive of my industry. #3, I am just plain lazy. Simple as that.

Anyways, the whole grading and art direction of the film reminds me quite a bit of Fiona Quinn's 'Waiting for the summer' editorial with Emily Smith. I've always got this love affair for the whole forties suburb wash off pastelly look. Do you?

Two Thousand Eleven VS Iliann Loeb

If you know me as a real person and not just words from cyberspace, you'll prolly know that i'm a wuzz. No really. I have peanuts in exchange of guts. I'm not proud but i guess if you're living in karma one too many days, it does things to your head. And in my case, i guess i've turned into a wuzz. Think dobby, the house elf with oriental eyes.

So, for my two thousand eleven new year's resolution, i’ve decided i would like to be a bit braver. I'll be more vocal with my thoughts and i'll put regret in the back seat and just do things i really truly want to do. Which sadly brings me to Iliann Loeb's winter 2011 collection. I'm a big fan of earth tones, knitted sweats, faux fur shearling jacket (thanks to lady yessica) and the lot, but somehow from their lookbook the collection awfully resembles a scary crossover between pirate of the caribbean and jean paul gaultier's spring 2008 collection. Imaginative, but its been done far too many times to be anything genuine. The fabric and its textures looks fantastic though, but it doesn't do justice enough to be retrospective in the new year, does it? Hmm..

See, criticizing some poor designer's hard work is not that difficult. I can be brave. Wait. What's that feeling deep down inside my stomach? A regret bubble, perhaps. Ohh... i'm beginning to feel awful. Maybe I should take a breather and go lie down.

By the way, thank you two thousand eleven, you have turned me into a monster. Meh.