Nothing beats skinny jeans and stilettos, especially when it’s Levi’s Revel Curve ID and a pair Louboutin. The Revel jeans hold their shape the exact way in which you bought them (so none of that stretching business) and the Curve ID means you will get the perfect fit. If it wasn’t so hot here I would probably live in them! CONTINUE READING
Big news, friends! Thailand’s virtual fashion world was taken to the next level this week with the launch of the “Thai Designers” section from Zalora Thailand. Basically, we can now shop the who’s who of Thai designers while seated in our silk bathrobes, waiting for our nails to dry and drinking a mimosa. Or more realistically, eating microwave popcorn, crying over Desperate Housewives, wearing probably no pants, but a really big Heineken graphic tee we got for free at the liquor store. Either way, it’s all good. CONTINUE READING
I’ve mentioned if before and I’m saying it again. When it comes to clothes, I tend to go through various phases. One week, I love satin and the next, it’s denim. My interests are constantly changing and evolving. Lately, I have been obsessing over tweed. Last night I dreamed I was wearing a pink Chanel tweed jackets to this weekend’s Elle Fashion Week. Literally. CONTINUE READING
I’m not going to lie, I was a little bit afraid of this meeting at the Rooftop Gallery to see and experience the exhibit City Lives Stories by Porporrina. Don’t get me wrong, Khun Por is the sweetest girl on the planet, it’s the talking about art that intimidates me. I have no idea what to say and sounding “cultured” is so not my strong point. An intelligent remark about a piece of art may evolve around form, line and negative space. In the end, I would say something like, “that looks totally cool, dude”. Therefore, you can probably imagine the relief I felt when the only artistic analysis required by Por consisted of “I spy with my little eye” for some small ducks in one of the houses. I’d suggest you play it too.
With that being said, her exhibit taught me a lot, in ways that didn’t involve any daunting art talk. Relief. In fact, not only was chatting with Por a comfortable experience, but it overcame that to include an air of both contentment and wellbeing. Now don’t go thinking of it as some religious sanctuary, it wasn’t that way at all. Instead, try thinking of it as Pors’ sanctuary; a place where she can be completely herself and pour her heart onto a series of beautiful canvases that we all get to come and play “I Spy” on. I can’t believe I was the nervous one. CONTINUE READING
Lately, my shopping situation consists of the need to have e-v-e-r-y-thing. Just so we’re clear, I don’t think it’s because I have a problem. Instead, I would like to blame the fashion industry for making everything so amazing. It’s entirely their fault. Either way, I have an anxiety attack at least once a week because I can only last so long using my shampoo money to buy yet another pair of patent leather flats. But don’t worry Pomelo, I washed my hair for our visit. CONTINUE READING
I have a love hate relationship with the dirtiness of the city. Partly, I hate it because it’s dirty. But then I love the dirt because it makes everything more interesting. When it comes to fashion, a little dirt can make people appear wonderfully out of place. CONTINUE READING