how long has it been since i’ve done an outfit post?

for the past couple of years i’ve been feeling like a frumpy, bloated, blimp of old housewife. yes, a direct result of sitting on my bum 24 hours a day and working through the nights while at parsons, and eating snacks at 4am to try to keep myself awake so i can get some work done.

not an ideal diet, to say the least. i’ve heard all my life about the american fast food diet, and it seems i caught that plague upon moving to new york. i’ve never eaten so much snacks and instant food, nor ordered so much delivery in my life. so taking pictures of myself was just the farthest thought from my mind, because i felt ugly ,and when i did take photos i hated how i looked.

last night, however, i was out at dinner, and decided to get a couple of shots since i had my camera out with me. apparently, i didn’t get the memo that one shouldn’t pile too much prints on top of one another. i realized later when i got home, that everything i wore had some kind of pattern on it. a bit too much perhaps?

i’m obsessed with prints though. especially gingham, stripes and polka dots. i have so much polka dots in my closet, you’d be shocked. what do you think? do you like prints? do you wear prints?

well i’ll be honest; i need to do some market research here because i’m noticing people buy more of the “plain” stuff in my collection than the prints. even while publications like WWD and all those trend reports are saying that prints are hot right now. hmmm…. do people just not like prints as much as i do? or is it that they don’t know how to wear them?

i do wonder.

+ vintage comme des garcons cotton gingham jacket
+ number (n)ine vest
+ silk-screened tshirt by junks japan (seriously the best quality of print i’ve ever seen)
+ ne-net jodhpurs
+ RÊVASSEUR wedges

oh. and here’s additional evidence that i am not a style blogger: i don’t own a tripod. meh!!

i’ve never been to one of those huge public events to watch the fireworks. i can only imagine myself sweating like a pig and getting itchy and painful skin allergies because of the heat, and not to mention probably peeing on myself because i can’t get to a toilet. or worse, finding one and then vomiting from the smells.

hahaha.

the 4th of july is such a huge american holiday. and of course, i’m not american. instead of partying like a wild animal, i really do enjoy loafing around in house parties, with friends, drinks and random food. i spent both 2008 and 2009 at patricia field‘s home for her yearly barbecues.

it was always fun, and i love the people there, but this year i crashed my friend’s loft for their wine party. it was relaxing, hilarious, and just an all around warming-the-heart type of day.

heading to get more beers from the deli

ryo was already high when he poured the 1st bottle of champagne

we bought like 3 dozen cans of beers. i’d brought along 4 bottles of white wine, and they’d already gotten 2 bottles of champagne. so yes, we were ready to have some drinks! a pizza, mashed potatoes, chicken wings and barbecued ribs later, i think we were all nicely high!

my pajama-ish clothes

in summer, you’ll see me in either sleeveless dresses or some seriously baggy and shapeless clothes that do not cling to me and piss me off. i don’t care that people think i’m in pajamas. comfort is key and i will not be in anything that makes me annoyed!!

+ ne-net straw hat
+ cabane de zucca tshirt
+ rêvasseur betty boop sarrouel pants
+ undercover open-toe canvas boots
+ mercibeaucoup; necklace
+ rêvasseur woven cuffs
+ rings from maison martin margiela, h&m, vivienne westwood, number (n)ine

taking a break from the "madness"

gotta love the holiday feeling!

WHY did i not bring a proper camera?? my iphone photos all suck!

at about 9:30pm, we all ran up to the rooftop where we had unobstructed 360 degree views of all the new york fireworks!! i’d never really seen anything like that! we could see them coming from queens, the hudson river, and all sort of random spots whose areas we couldn’t figure out. it was amazing and felt really good!!

they've got a dj booth in their loft! this is dj shoryuken! hahaha!

when we got back to the loft, ryuji climbed up to their dj booth and spun us some tunes. it was hilarious. i mean, he put on some japanese pop songs and added all sorts of ridiculous shout-outs and random noises. we were doubling over laughing. ryosuke took some fucking amazing photos of ryuji in his booth. i need to get those from him to show you. he made ryuji look like a class A dj. super good times.

yume and i

playing the yamanote line game, a really popular japanese drinking game. wine's in the middle for the loser! poor ryosuke lost 3 times. hahaha!

have you heard of this yamanote-line game before? it’s named after the yamanote line, which is the main train line in tokyo. it goes in a circle, and there are people in japan who can memorize each train stop. and so that’s how the game goes. you sit in a circle, and answer according to the some topic, with some clapping. you can’t hesitate, you can’t break the rhythm, and you’re also out if you repeat an answer.

we were so pathetically funny, i wish i took a video of this!! we came up with really easy subjects like “name the capitols of the world”, “colours”, “american states”, and “countries who took part in the world cup”, etc. considering the fact that we were already a little high, everyone sucked. HAHAHAHA! i had to take a drink when my mind went blank and couldn’t think of a colour (so pathetic!). but poor ryosuke had to down the wine about 3 times. hohoho.

and then they somehow started playing soccer in their "indoor garden"

the night winded down at about 2am when they wanted to watch some horror movie but couldn’t find the dvds. haha! i guess that’s what happens when you get 4 boys moving in together and putting up walls by themselves – sometimes you just don’t know where things disappear to!

you know it’s hard to put this into words but i’m really glad to have gotten to know these guys. i really respect them for what they do. tossy’s working as a buyer for some stores in japan and starting a streetwear brand called slon, ryo and ryuji are working in bars, kyoko’s in a ramen shop, koki’s a photographer’s assistant for a japanese bike magazine, martin aka dj martin deejays at a bunch of clubs here in downtown manhattan, and ryosuke is a photographer for his own website, fadsnap.com which has amazing photos of tokyo and new york streetstyle and parties. they love new york. that’s why they are here. and they are doing what they love.

every time i meet them and listen to them talk about what they do, i get inspired to work harder and do better. and it doesn’t hurt that they really remind me of the amazing times that i used to spend with my friends in japan when i went to school in bunka. i miss it. a lot.

on a completely unrelated matter, i painted my nails and made it all nautical. my favourite concept = sailors. i have a fetish. not for sailors like the people, but for their uniforms. i’ve got a sailors hat, a captain’s cap, a nautical swimming suit, and so on, and the obsession won’t stop. the plus point of this nautical themed nail art session? it was in red, white and blue. perfect for the 4th of july! yay!!

captain nails

i know some of you have seen me in several outfits that are meant only for crazies, and yes, sometimes i wear those crazy shits to school. then again, that only happens when i actually get up about an hour ahead of class with enough time to figure out my outfit and take the subway to school.

during the last few weeks of school, i was so sleep-deprived and bordering on depression and boredom, that my outfits were really just, utterly uninspired.

if i even had the luxury of a few hours of sleep each night, i’d wake up probably after the fifth (or tenth) alarm had rang, and stay in bed cursing at everything before finally dragging myself to the bathroom. and because i just could not care less, or rather, i was too tired to even care, i’d just throw on some tshirts, some easy pants, a jacket and hat and go on my way.

the last week of school was particularly bad and my eyebags were almost up till my chin. and this was me, back home on the last day of my school semester. 3 minutes after these photos were taken, i took a shower and fell into bed where i slept for 18 hours straight, woke up only to pee, and then went back to bed for several hours more.

+ bear coat by mercibeaucoup;
+ hat by y3
+ tshirt by kidrobot
+ long sleeved tee by uniqlo
+ pants by vivienne westwood
+ opened-toe boots by undercover

so this is me, half of each week, running around new york city with a bag that weighs more than a 5-year old child, and feeling like i’m 50. not quite glamourous or anything stylish, but then, whoever told you fashion was glamourous was a big fat liar.

it isn’t. at least not to us, the people who work behind the scenes to bring you clothes.

you know, when h&m and comme des garcons announced their collaboration quite a little while ago, i think i did a war victory dance. not because i’m a huge fan of h&m – i do buy some cheap basics from h&m from time to time – but because i am a die-hard comme des garcons fanatic and just the thought of being able to buy more cdg at a cheaper price was… how i imagine being on drugs must be like.

i was high.

when the day of the sale came around, i had a class at 9am. so i gave a whole bunch of money to my friend and just told him, “get what you can!! grab me that coat first! then that ruffled sleeve shirt!”

he called me shortly after 9:30, telling me the coat wasn’t even on sale at the store, and he bought me a cardigan, a scarf and the white ruffled sleeve shirt.

so i looked online on ebay. i must have saved that search and gotten the search results emailed to me for months. months! i tried bidding on it a few times, but the prices always went sky-high and i wasn’t that stupid enough to pay $600 for a coat that sold at about $350.

i had given up hope.

until several weeks ago, when a little email creeped into my inbox telling me that one of the jackets were on sale. this coat, by the way, is a toned-down version of a coat from the original comme des garcons line from several years ago. it was brilliant. and unaffordable.

perhaps because it has been some time since it was sold in the stores, and perhaps because the hype has died down, the coat was… cheap. i mean, i got it for a mighty good price! i was ecstatic!! no one else even bid on it! i almost kissed it when i took it out of the box after the postman brought it along.

swirling around and channeling my inner loie fuller

+ vintage felted hat
+ black teeshirt
+ charm necklace by sunao kuwahara
+ washed silk harem pants by RÊVASSEUR
+ coat by comme des garcons for h&m
+ studded boots by junya watanabe

yeah… i’m super happy! haha! cheap thrills hey hey hey!

on monday night, i attended the independent fashion bloggers’ dress up soirée held downtown, in conjunction with mercedes-benz fashion week. i had gone to the first dress-up soirée that was held earlier this year and had tons of fun, so i knew that even though i could not attend many shows because of my school schedule, i was happy that i could make it to the ifb meet since i have no classes on monday night.

during the last meet, i was on some blog hiatus because my work and life at parsons got too crazy, but i did upload a couple of pictures of my outfit, which some of you might remember.

my theme that night, was, for no particular reason, “turquoise”. why? well it’s one of my favourite colours. (and i’m aware that that isn’t much of a reason but there was nothing profoundly deep to it! ha!) i just picked out some turquoise things i had in my closet and put them on in about 10 minutes without much planning. i wore my favourite kimono, one i wish i could wear more often, and a completely crazy constable hat. (i loved the constable hat so much, i bought another one, painted it gold and used it in my ziggy collection!)

since i never really blogged about the last ifb meet, i thought it might be a good idea to upload some photos that i took back then.

damn, i really miss my ash-blonde hair. but my hair needs some resting and less bleaching.

i also had some cute lollipop nails that night, with nail decals from my sister's company

vintage girl’s kimono (check it out – we all had to stick name-tags on ourselves!)
striped tshirt from tokyo
plastic laser-cut “gilda” nameplate necklace
$20 corset belt from some store on broadway
crinoline from screaming mimi’s
tights from tokyo
canvas wooden clogs by mercibeaucoup;
pink leather bag with constable hat stuffed in it by tricot for comme des garcons

so you see, i have a problem with the word “dress-up”. i have a very very big problem with that word, which you will realize when you see the pictures of what i wore to the 2nd ifb meet. when people tell me to dress up for something, in my head, it means i get to wear what i won’t usually wear on a regular day.

the problem with that, is that what i wear on a regular day, is what people won’t even want to wear when they have a chance to dress-up.

am i confusing you?

if you are wondering why i love susie bubble, queen michelle, tavi and belle so much, it’s because although they each have very different and distinctive personal styles, there’s something there that i can connect with. we tend to dress in a way people would call “over-the-top”; some will love it, some will glare and give us the up-down disapproving look and say to their friends, “check out that retard.”

when i got to the first ifb meet, i remember thinking, “oh fuck. i am the only one in this room who looks like a rainbow vomited on her. everyone else is looking so new york… so chic and grown up. fuck fuck fuck. why did i wear this!?”

apparently, while i thought that “dress-up” meant i could go crazy, to most people, it meant putting on their prettiest dress. and mind you, some of those dresses were really pretty. i would have loved to have worn a pretty dress, but i only have 2 nice ones that could be worn to expensive dinners in my closet. see? i am really from some other planet.

so the timid part of me kept my constable hat in my bag for most of the night, because adding that hat to my already over-the-top outfit would just be, i don’t know, calling more attention than need be to my already introvert self.

when last monday rolled around and i left school and went home to get ready for the second ifb meet, i was not in a great mood. it’s been only about 3 weeks since parsons has started, and already i am stressed and have a ton of work to do, and it was showing up all over my skin. i eat when i’m stressed, by the way. food makes me happy. this is how i’ve put my weight on, especially after i moved to new york. i can look at old pictures of myself back when i was a medal-winning field hockey player and captain of my school and club team, and feel like crying. or rather, ask myself why the hell i let myself go.

feeling particularly bloated and with a new crop of zits creeping all over my face, i basically, to put it simply, felt like shit. there’s just no other way to describe it. i don’t get blackheads and stuff, no. i get the good ol’ huge bumps under the skin, the ones i used to get when i had full-blown acne at the age of 19, the ones that destroyed my self-confidence.

i was so mad, i probably overturned my entire closet and tried on just about everything. if i were an anime character, i might have had a really red face and steam coming out of my ears because i was so mad. how can i be a fashion designer and have nothing to wear? why didn’t i like how all my clothes looked on me that day? how the fuck did i put on so much weight? why the hell do i have to deal with all these bumps and redness on my face?!

i got home from school at about 6:30. the meet started at 7:30, with an amazing panel line-up that i really wanted to listen to. unfortunately, i was so upset with myself that i just lay in bed, on top and in between a huge mountain of clothes, and just stared at the lace on my ceiling for what seemed like eons. or about an hour.

i contemplated just closing my eyes and going to bed, so that i could forget about going out and not having to deal with looking at myself in the mirror, so that i could just wake up the next day and go to school and be in the comfort of my friends, having a laugh with them and just concentrating on my senior thesis.

but i decided i was better than that. there was a time when my acne was really bad, i couldn’t get over my dog’s death and i was going through a rough time at home with constant quarrels over the family business, and i was probably the most depressed that i’d ever been in my life. i haven’t forgotten about it, or how it used to feel. when i think back to that time, it still makes me cry. they say time will heal all wounds, but they obviously haven’t had hard enough times. all time did, was to draw me further into my shell. over time, i’ve gotten more numb to the pain, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t there, and worse, it has made me forget how to socialize because i’ve built such a wall around myself.

i didn’t want to lie in bed and wallow in more self-pity, and let my heart beat faster than it already was with how angry i was feeling. so i forced myself to get up, and i instinctively reached out and grabbed my sequined leggings. hey. a girl needs sequins in her life to make her feel better. i also knew i wanted to wear my ginormous voodoo necklace, and the foil bunny ears that i had made to wear to the latex ball with my friends at the house of field.

i mean, to put it simply, if i wore something really loud and huge, i was hoping people would notice it instead of the grossness that is my face! so i wore something on my head to take the attention upwards… and something huge around my neck to draw the eye down. either way, you’d look at that instead of my face. (take note of this style trick, ladies. you don’t have to go as over-the-top as i did, but you’d never know if you might need this tip one day.)

i didn’t know what to wear with it, so i just grabbed this polka-dot dress that was sitting on top of the mountain of clothes on my bed, and fished around the pile for a matching tshirt to go put over it.

courtesy of yoshi@fatlace

studded foil killer bunny ears
“who killed anna wintour?” tee. bought from a store in the lower east side, then ripped apart, dyed and sewn all over by me.
polka-dot tsumori chisato dress worn underneath
ginormous voodoo necklace from RÊVASSEUR by gilda
sequined leggings from RÊVASSEUR by gilda
cheap belt from… the cheap marc jacobs line
tabi boots by maison martin margiela
smorkin’ labbit, unstuffed and used as a clutch and so i had something to hug
armour ring by vivienne westwood, a gift from moto at patricia field’s

i didn’t really realize this until i’d left my apartment, but i was wearing killer bunny ears with a labbit that i had killed and a tshirt that asked “who killed anna wintour?”. haha! i thought it was a little funny.

jennine of thecoveted and independent fashion bloggers, and wendy brandes aka fran drescher! *scream* love so much!

the ifb meet was amazingly packed when i got there at 9pm. i was a little shocked. there were so many people, and at least 3 or 4 times the number that was at the first ifb meet just a few months ago, definitely a sign that jennine was doing an amazing job and ifb was such a success!! i was really happy for her!

but i’d gone to the meet alone, and when i saw the number of people, i was honestly very overwhelmed. i tried to look for familiar faces but it was dark and i could hardly recognize anyone. the panel was still going on and it was so crowded, i could hardly hear what was happening. also, i was sweating like a pig because of the lack of available air. eeks.

this girl came up to me and pointing to my tshirt, asked if i had watched the september issue, a documentary-type movie about the making of the most important september issue of american vogue. i replied that i did want to see it, but i had not. she proceeded to tell me how amazing anna wintour is and basically that my teeshirt was quite blasphemous and that anna wintour is like a god to fashion. i raised my eyebrows because every single one of my fashion friends who had watched the movie, told me that grace coddington, creative director of vogue, is the one who really does all the hard work and basically creates the whole magazine, and anna wintour just approves or disapproves of it.

but that girl was like, “no, anna is simply amazing and you really need to watch that movie.”

uhm, ok, whatever. i do want to watch the september issue, but i am not an anna wintour fan. i saw her at the tents and didn’t even raise my camera that was in my hands to take a photo although i should have. yeah, so she’s the fashion editor at vogue and one day i might have to kiss her feet and even suck her toes just to try and get onto the pages of her magazine. but seriously, no one i know even bothers with american vogue. the only reason i buy it is because i get it for literally about 1 or 2 bucks per issue through my subscription, and i usually glance at it for a full 5 minutes, tear out the 1 or 2 pages of editorials that seem interesting, and then dump it in my recycling bin. compare this to me spending up to $15 for a foreign magazine that takes me 2 to 3 hours to go through and absorb all its details on each and every page.

if i’d seen the other anna, anna piaggi from italian vogue, i might die of excitement and vomit in my mouth. but anna wintour? whatevs, yo, whatevs. american vogue is a boring old cow.

and so i did not appreciate this girl telling me that i should not have worn that teeshirt.

ok, even if i was a wintour fan, i would have worn it anyway. hello?? what happened to having a sense of humour?! anyone else that night who had realized what was written on my teeshirt, had said, “oh my god that’s hilarious!” which was the same reaction i had when i first bought it. geez.

anyway, by the grace of god, i managed to find some people i recognized! woohooooo! in a room full of strangers, i know the adult side of me should have been mixing around, socializing and making friends. but in reality, i wasn’t feeling great, and really wanted to hide in a corner. so i walked around and pretended i belonged (which might have looked like i was really stuck-up, oh well.) until i found people i knew.

with zephyr from collegefashion and her bf (who is nice enough to go with her to fashion week and its events!? what a gem.)

with wendy and jennine again, and marie of agent lover!! my favourite ladies! (note to self: continue on that search for the perfect red lipstick!)

courtesy of heights of fashion

courtesy of deanne@dreamsequins

courtesy of jordanna@touchofpinkpr

i came home to realize that i’d only taken a miserable 5 photographs, which is some real evidence of how much i really didn’t feel great about myself that night. most of what i uploaded here were pictures taken by other bloggers!

i just want to say a big thank you to jennine for organizing this great event, and a bigger thank you to all the lovely bloggers who came up to talk to me and complimented me on my hat and necklace, especially since i was feeling quite small and had no guts that night to start any conversations.

it’s times like this when i’m thankful that i’m a fashion designer/stylist. i was glad that i knew some basic makeup skills to cover up the spots, and that i also knew how to draw the attention away from this bloody face i have.

seriously. i’ve been talking about skin transplants for the longest time now. when is the advancement of sciences and technology going to allow me to do that, so i can once and for all, look at the mirror without sighing?

although new york is in a frenzy with fashion week and the recent vma, some people (=me), are full-time students with homework and a senior design thesis to work on. so while the invites kept coming into my mailbox, i kept sighing and filtered them away because the more i looked at them, the more i lacked willpower to get my work done.

i spent saturday at home doing work, and left at just past 6:30 to try and head to the tents. the very lovely sarah of styleitonline had been very kind to me and worked some magic to get me a surprise invite to the vivienne tam show. (which doesn’t mean that you are allowed to pester her to invite you. she only loves me, ok? …. something like that! hoho.)

anyway, when i got there, for some reason, security didn’t check me and just let me through. do i look special? hahaha! inside, the crowd was seriously intense. there were so many people in line! i’d left my apartment early and thought i’d get there in time, but seriously, traffic was awful with a capitol AW, and i got there at about 7:15.

as i stood in line, zephyr from collegefashion came up to say hi! how exciting to meet someone with such an exotic name! haha. we stood in line together as people shoved at us from all angles. then alex whatshernameandwhocaresshesannoying from the real housewives of america, you know, the one with the gross husband, popped out of nowhere and pushed pass us to get through the line.

erm, eww.

i’ve only watched a few episodes of that show and couldn’t stand her in all of them. to make matters worse, from that second she squeezed past me, she changed my feng shui and my week seriously went downhill from there.

i got my name checked off the list and got in line again to try and get some standing space. i must have waited 2 hours or so, and they were slowly letting us “standing” people in.

but since i received some housewives’ bad luck, the organisers actually let people in until they reached me. then they said, “sorry we’re full, and the doors are closed.”

i was seriously 2 people away from getting into the vivienne tam show.

so sad!!

later i met two of my classmates from parsons, hee and pumi, and we went to tribeca grand to the dazed party, with seven new york and nicholas kirkwood. for some reason, we had somehow gotten it into our heads that it would be some trunk show with nicholas kirkwood’s shoes on display.

how stupid. his shoes were certainly on display, on some flat-screen tv.

we hung around for a little while and were people-watching. it started this whole conversation about how we hardly go out and sort of hate clubs, and we don’t mix around very much, and we’re all sort of introverts, and all the people there were so… fashion-y.

tried to take a picture of the scene, but these two pot-heads were posing for my camera. wtf?

i can’t explain it. but let me describe: everyone was in black. most girls were in clothes that looked the same, most boys were in clothes that looked the same, most boys had on really tight pants, almost everyone was in black (had to say it twice for the effect), most people had jet-black hair, many people had bowl-cuts, and the rest who didn’t, had asymmetrical hair cuts with one side of their heads shaven.

granted, some of them were probably wearing some really expensive clothing; i’m assuming that most were also customers from seven new york, so they really are part of a crowd that is more edgy and fashion-forward.

but still, i couldn’t tell one person from the next. it was a place to see and be seen. everyone was judging (including us), and everyone was being judged (including us). i didn’t like it.

i’m not trying to be stuck-up. i’m not a know-it-all, and heck, i have the weirdest sense of style amongst anyone i personally know. but wow, the incredible atmospheric cloud sent a shockwave that said, “i am better than you so go away.”

we hung around for a while, then decided to leave. on our way out, we spotted susie of stylebubble, a girl after my own heart. i really respect her as someone with a real sense of personal style, someone who might follow trends, but takes it and makes it her own. the same couldn’t be said for the rest of the room.

we introduced ourselves and i was a little happy that susie said she knew who i was and read my blog sometimes. me? lil ol’ me??

pumi looking into outerspace, susie of stylebubble and myself

she was adorable and my friends loved her. she was so nice! it’s great to know that her fame online hasn’t put her nose in the air, and she was really friendly and genuinely seemed interested in knowing what we did at school and how our senior thesis was going. midway through our chat, she grabbed my necklace and said, “i just noticed this! what the heck is it? stay here i need to find tommy (of jak&jil) to take a photo!”

off she went on her hunt, and probably got swarmed by her legion of fans.

we talked and waited for a while then decided we should go off and not be retarded and act like obsessed worshippers. (though i’d have loved to meet tommy. haha!)

anyway. the next day was like déjà vu and not in a great way. i worked at home for most of the day, then left to go watch the custo barcelona show. i’d received a “seat assignment” that i thought was an actual seat.

wrong. so wrong.

it was PR mayhem. i can’t put the blame on the designing house; i was really looking forward to the custo barcelona show because damn, i love the colours and the prints that they use.

but shit, they have one heck of a shitty PR team.

when i got there, i realized that they’d probably invited the whole of new york and its grandmother. there were so many people in line and i was about in the middle with like 300 people behind me. we waited for what seemed like eons, then these 4 stupid girls came pushing past the whole line to try to get to the front. the one american girl said “excuse me” from behind, so naturally i turned my body sideways and moved a little. then i realised that she was leading 3 foreign girls and the 4 of them twits were cutting everyone’s line!

they got stopped right ahead of me where it was really packed. then i realized one of the girls had her fucking skirt caught in her undies! you stupid shithead!

i took a picture on my iphone and tweeted about it. which was really funny because i think about 10 people retweeted it. haha!

don’t fucking push past me when u have your skirt caught up in your cotton undies, bitch! #nyfw

they then decided to sit on the steps next to our line, blocking the way to everyone who wanted to enter the lounge. and then proceeded to complain nonstop about how tired they were, how they’d better get into the show, how cold it was, how their feet hurt, how their heels were killing them, blah blah blah. shut the fuck up!

2 hours go by and i was still waiting in line, and then the word came out that they had closed the show. wow. seriously? why did they invite so many people? why didn’t they have a person counting the number of people in line, and telling us 2 hours ago that there were enough people in line for the standing spaces, so that we didn’t have to suffocate ourselves and wait in line to get in? it was poor organization, stupidity, an embarrassment not only to the designing house of custo barcelona, but also shows the lack of management of their pr firm, asi marketing.

i especially love how they “confirmed” my rsvp and seating assignment a few times on email. brilliant job, you guys, i hope you get awesome reviews. bleah.

with no other choice, i stood around the fountain to watch the show, feeling quite pissed. you can’t blame me for that!

this stupid screen became my "seat assignment". damn you asi, for wasting all our time.

just some of the other cheated people.

from what i saw on the screen, the show looked really colorful and i did love so many pieces. too bad i wasn’t inside to view it in person. as i looked around the tents, i spotted the cute japanese photographer, mari, who had taken my picture from the day before.

my lovely camera skills really show off her fabulous outfit so well! boo.

i found zephyr from collegefashion again, and we chatted briefly before the show ended and sarah from styleitonline called me and we decided to hop into a cab to go to milk studios together for the gareth pugh film installation.

outside the tents, i spotted these two super fab boys!

they are so fab! so fierce! check out those heels! weeeeerk!!

sarah and i hopped into a taxi and sped off to milk. sarah had a press pass so she went on it. i had to wait till it was open to public at 10pm. she came out saying it was scary. hahahaahah! whaddya think?! it’s gareth! he wasn’t going to be showing my little ponies. it was quite funny. apparently, gareth was also walking around inside at the private space. i wanted to run in and hug him.

unfortunately i had to wait till 10. my friend, elahe, met me there shortly after and then more friends arrived. we had to go through the unglamourous public entrance. no gareth. we were not cool enough to see him dammit.

the film installation, however, was quite interesting. i couldn’t quite understand it 100%… i never really understand all these new age and arty-farty short films. there were 4 short films shown on 4 different screens that formed a cube. two of the films i really liked, one showed this guy hanging in the air and he just seemed like he was basking in the light, with the winds blowing at him, and it was all mysterious and kind of dreamy. there was another film next to it that was really of a dark nature and had some climatic scary music. it was like the evil witch in snow white but only non-disney and a little nightmare-ish, surrounded by fire and green light.

i wish i could have taken a picture to show you guys, but the security boys looked big and mean.

ooh.

one of our friends made an observation that everyone seemed to really pretend to be so into the films and really understanding it, but no one probably did. hahha! i love you gareth, but i love your designs more.

here i am waiting for the bus. it was a disappointing day. didn’t get to watch custo barcelona, didn’t get to meet gareth. oh, did i mention i was feeling all sad because my skin has once again flared up? i wear black when i’m feeling shitty. it’s been a while since i’ve worn so much black. and it’s been a while since i’ve gone out without wearing something i’d made myself.

felt hat by ne-net
fesse moi (spank me) teeshirt by kiki de montparnasse
pleated skirt with collar harness by comme des garcons
silver bag (for free!) by cabane de zucca
metallic eggplant leather tabi boots by maison martin margiela