Last week was like a little holiday from real life. I still had to go to work every morning but Marcus and his friends came down to visit Kuala Lumpur and it was absolutely lovely to get to see him and hang around with all them after work. I’ve been in this city my entire life , once in a while it’s refreshing to experience it through someone else’s eyes. Who knew Milo would be such an attraction? It’s sad to watch him leave, as always, but that where I’m glad that I have work to fall back on. Work and fashion has been like a best friend these past few days. It’s strange how for the week Marcus came around , things were a little easy going in the office. And the day after he left, as I walk into work all heartbroken and sad, WHAM ! A million things to do, a perfect distraction. I also find that I dress a little brighter and bolder. A bright pink here, big floral skirt there, statement jewelry, all things that will distract strangers and people around me from my lack of sunny disposition . Clothes and pieces that starts lively conversation rather than being asked “Are you okay?”.
That’s one of the best things about clothes and fashion. It has the ability to communicate the way you feel, and also the way you want the world to think you’re feeling.
Last Wednesday I was lucky enough to be invited to Harper’s Bazaar’s Fashion Party at the Intercontinental. I’ve been reading Bazaar for as long as I could remember, and it made me a very fashion aware 11 year old (suddenly Laura Ashley dresses weren’t cutting it. I wanted to be outfitted in ridiculous Galliano ballgowns. No I wasn’t aware that Galliano gowns costs actual-non-Monopoly money. Ok I was still 11, guys.) Til this day I’ve got pages of Bazaar editorials I tore out from the magazine and Bazaar was the first fashion institution that offered me an internship at 17 (which sadly I had to turn down due to certain reasons. I still wish I took it, though.) In short? I absolutely worshipped the magazine. It’s inspirational, it groomed my love of fashion and journalism, and it was in my mind, the first Malaysian edition of an international fashion publication that had the same high standard with its international counterparts. Its ‘Why Don’t You’ columns every month gave me an idea of the sort of woman I wanted to be. So to actually be at this party, felt like a dream that was 11 years in the making.
But here’s the thing about fashion parties, everyone knows everyone. Even if they didn’t, it always looks as though they do. Fashion people are great at conversations and with the over flowing champagne, guards can be broken down easily. Because I’m so completely new at this, I’ll admit I spent the night feeling a little strange. Its fabulous, but a little awkward. I’ve spent my whole life observing fashion through magazines and shows that it overwhelms me to be in a room full of people who I usually only read about. These things take time and as the night wore on it gets easier to talk to people (also if you don’t drink alcohol, do like me and drink glass after glass of Diet Coke. The fake sugar does help a lot*). I’ve learnt that when it comes to these things, you just have to get out of your own head and say hi to someone. In a room filled with loud music, the upside is, if things get awkward, you can easily excuse yourself and make your way back into the crowd. And its true what they say, meeting new people is fantastic. To someone as shy as I am, it’s an accomplishment even. I met a few lovely people who I’m pretty sure I’ll keep in touch with for projects and things.
On another note, I feel like Natasha Kraal, the EIC of Harper’s Bazaar has been at the magazine for years now and yet she looks fresher and more effervescent than some of the teenagers are these days. Absolutely fabulous.
When this blog was first started, I meant for it to be filled with daily outfit posts since I’ve always enjoyed the art of dressing up (on myself, and others). But I realized how awkward I am posing for photos , and the camera used were never as good as I wish it was and so I began posting more inspiration posts from fashion week, the streets, people I looked up to in the industry and editorials. I’m not the most photogenic person in the room (I do okay selfies, but I’ve always felt like selfies were fool-proof. You’d actually be hard pressed to find someone who took less than flattering selfies), and I didn’t want this blog to be filled with photos of my face either (why do some blogs still do that? We know what you look like.) so talking about fashion, felt a lot more appropriate than a content that concentrated on outfit posts.
But I’d actually really like to start doing outfit posts again, we’ll just find ways to do it and not make it look like I tried to model (keyword? tried.) because I can’t. I took one yesterday for starters before realizing my bra matched my skirt. Coincidence? I think not.
Happy Chinese New Year!
Peanut cookies and juicy oranges galore! Have a lovely holiday with your loved ones and may 2015 be a blessed, prosperous year 🙂
Photo Credit : Vogue via Fashion Gone Rogue
Have you ever had a little time off work during the working day itself and decide to come home for a little bit? I’m doing that right now and it feels a little weird. I appreciate it, obviously, I mean, we all could you a little breather now and then…but I also feel a little anxious and awkward being home. I almost wish I could access my work email for a little bit just so I can reply everyone’s loan requests!
Something tells me I’m going to regret saying that eventually. So I’ll stop. Couture week has ended which means there’s plenty of reviews to be read. I’ve taken my makeup off, a tall glass of Vitamin C water and oolong tea brewing on the side. Even if I’m jittery about not replying emails, my skin deserves a break from long days of makeup.
Challenges and changes in life is inevitable. Challenges and changes in fashion? Sometimes intimidating, but mostly necessary.
I may have mentioned in passing that I recently started a new job. To be honest, I feel like this is more than a job. It’s like a start of my entire career. I’ve spent most of my working life (okay, a few months in between education…adding up to a year or so) on the retail floor and though I do quite well, I’ve never truly enjoyed it. I only kept going back to it because it was like the arms of a former lover : safe, familiar and comfortable, even if it didn’t ignite any spark within me. Now I’ve plunged myself into unfamiliar waters, working in the PR department of a fashion house. My only experience is a short internship and a PR module in university which is really nothing compared to what I’m learning right now on a daily basis.
It short, every day is a challenge. Sometimes I feel awkward, a lot of the times I mess up. It’s out of my comfort zone and I realize all my life, I’ve always done things I know I’m good at. This isn’t one of those things, but what makes it worth it is how much I enjoy being in the fashion industry, and how much I genuinely care about this brand I work for.
Now I’m wondering, since my work is bringing me out of comfort zone, perhaps I should dip my sartorial choices into unfamiliar territories as well. I’ve always been the girl in ballet flats because it reminded me of Audrey Hepburn, the French and it allowed me to dance in the streets. Its always so important to dance. But now I’m wearing heels to work everyday, it takes getting used to but I’ve grown to adore the feeling of superior strength it gives me. So what’s next? Higher heels? New silhouettes? Perhaps…*gasp* trousers??