The Wall

My camera was stolen a few weeks ago when our house was burglarized. Expect things to be rather slow in the coming weeks since getting a new one is not a priority at this moment and I am dependent on the graciousness of other people to take photos of me standing in front of walls. 

On another note, summer is about to roll in in full force and as you might infer warm, sticky weather and I do not go along well. This is me trying to deal with the initial heat wave we're sure to experience in the coming months. Surprisingly, people react very positively to this outfit and approving remarks regarding my style is something I'm not used to—I'm more likely to receive confused stares even from friends. I even got a free book some months ago when a random girl at the train station liked this outfit so much she gave me one as some sort of token of appreciation.

Is the universe trying to tell me something? Is it asking me to tone down the layers and drapes and opt for a simpler, cleaner silhouette or even, god forbid, color? Unthinkable.


This Old House

When I said I live in an old wooden house that's falling apart, I meant it. Look at the peeling paint. Note the missing capiz squares in the windows. Examine the warped floor slats. It's not noticeable in these photos but if you zoom there are pen scribbles on the window panels, some of which were my handiwork. I'm not sure when this house was built, but it was designed after the traditional bahay na bato, a vestige of this country's colonial past that's quickly disappearing from cities.

I refrain from taking photos inside the house as much as possible because the lighting is less than ideal as evidenced by this dusty, dark corner in our living room. In this case though, the old fashioned interiors provide a nice foil to the clean, simple lines of this black and white outfit. All those buttons suggest a sense of feeling trapped and a strict rigidity yet wearing it I felt anything but prudish. As for the stern expression... that's just how my face looks. It's dressed up but uncomplicatedit's a classic white shirt after all. The Bleach Catastrophe skirt can be paired with most things in my wardrobe and still the result is different each time; it is surprisingly versatile.

As much as I dislike this house there is no doubt that it used to be beautiful. I spend a lot of time looking at crumbly old buildings to seek beauty in decay without realizing I live in such a place, though in my eyes it's more depressing than delightful because it's what I see day in, day out. There is no more mystery. I know the exact spots where the floor creaks and the metal cutwork awnings have all but rusted away. The carved wooden arches are covered with cobwebs and the ceiling is bound to give in soon. If only we took care of the house more I might not be so adamant about leaving it despite its condition.

You know, there's absolutely no reason to talk about our dilapidated house in relation to fashion but hey. Now you know why I hate heavy, dark wood so much. I grew up constricted by it.



Hello, I'm still alive.  

As you can see I'm still up to my old tricks, taking advantage of the fickle cold weather. The only difference is now I'm growing out my fringe and to deal with the awkward length I'm shoving all that hair under a hair band and hoping it looks more mode than messy. I'm actually wearing a dress as a top, which is how I'm mostly wearing it... I cant remember the last time I wore it as it is.

I cant wait for this week to be over.