It's 2015

Hello and Happy New Year to everyone.

The photo above looks like it was taken in any random street in Manila, but I was actually standing in an alley somewhere in Bangkok where I rang in 2015 along with my sisters. New Year's Eve celebrations in Thailand are rather subdued and quiet, as it was in Singapore where I spent NYE 2012, but the trip itself was very eventful. There's really no place like Manila on New Year's Eve. All the noise, the fireworks, the street parties. Of course there were also the fires, the firecracker-related injuries and the people who got hit by stray bullets but we like to live on the edge. When you have a firecracker named "Goodbye, Philippines" that's as big as a man's forearm of course there will be consequences.

I'll talk about the trip on a later date but the gist of it is that Thailand is beautiful and Thai food is wonderful. Profound thoughts those are not but I will do better on the actual post. 

I wish everyone a great year ahead. My New Year's resolutions for this year are the same as last year's—to continue to improve myself, to get enough sleep and to stop being so damn late on everything. 


Time for Polka

Skirt, Comme des Garcons AD 2009 worn with a white button up shirt for a classic CdG pairing.

Oh wow, I'm wearing a print! Gotta do something new before the year ends, I suppose. Wore this to the MMA Reframed Exhibit at Green Sun two weeks ago where our multi-wall video projection for Up Dharma Down's "Nightdrops" was shown along with presentations from nine other groups. 

Whenever I see polka dots I immediately think of Comme des Garcons; the pattern and the brand is so closely linked in my brain that in my eyes no one does polka dot anything quite like Rei, except maybe Yayoi Kusama. The dots on the skirt are printed on a sheer black background overlaid on a white body that joins the printed fabric at the end with a bubble hem, except on one part where the white fabric just hangs there, like a deflated balloon. You can actually put your hand in between the two layers thanks to that opening and it comes in handy when ironing—a task which, when it comes to this thing, a definite challenge. You have a skirt with a complicated construction with lumpy flaps that appear to be placed randomly, made from 100% silk with some sheer fabric thrown in there and you have a fun ironing time in your hands. As much as I adore this skirt I abhor the whole process of making it not look like I just pulled it out from storage and treating it gingerly as I'm wearing it, which runs counter to my philosophy that clothes are meant to be worn, worn often and worn to an inch of their life. This is not a workhorse piece of clothing, for sure, but it is beautiful.

The takeaway from this post is that I ought to get myself a garment steamer for Christmas.


6th Floor, SDA

This outfit is dedicated to awkwardness.

Awkward sleeve length, awkward skirt length, awkward one length hair. Paired with my favorite ankle socks and Docs oxfords combo for max awkwardness, but that's precisely why I like what I'm wearing here. Except for the hair. I'm in dire need for a cut. My last one was, what, more than a year ago? That's about my normal frequency for hair cuts—annually.

Sometimes people ask why I dress like a manang or an old lady. It might be because I deliberately choose to wear clothes in odd lengths. Conventional fashion guidelines would suggest petite people like me to pick skirts that skim the knee instead of those that end on the calf and to totter around in heels for added leg lengthening effect, but who has the time to pay attention to all of that? I'm telling you, midi anything is the bomb. To hell with figure-flattering rules—when you're short, most clothes will fit weird anyway so you might as well learn to live with it. Rei Kawakubo herself champions awkward proportions and that's Rei fucking Kawakubo, who are we to argue with her?