Wednesday, 17 September 2014

In transition

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 Photos by Fendi Yasuda

On Sundays (notably, not Wednesdays), we wear pink... and go semi-armless.

We (also) sweat it out in half-buttoned men's oxfords alá Wang SS14 (which by the way, has completely revolutionised the button-down for me. I almost never wear them like they were intended to anymore), and tennis-esque jacquard minis in the hopes of looking appropriately preppy and not "like you just got out of bed", according to the mother. Oh, the joys of parental support. On a non-sartorial note, we also use too many brackets and dashes in what are unusually long and (probably) grammatically incorrect sentences. We are, what they call, a mess.

But isn't that what Sundays are for? General sh*t-getting-together and wasting away? Mmmm. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.

Since my recent transition into the working world (sheesh, I feel 30 just typing that), weekends, casual (read: indecent) wear and free time to do ~whatever~ have become somewhat a rare commodity. And its a strange feeling, being in transition. Whether its in life or between seasons. As much as I enjoy change and adventure, I crave something to hold on to - something constant, that is both a reminder of what was and a reassurance of what's to come.

This parka, for instance. Lightweight enough to be slung over the lazy and ubiquitous shorts-and-shirt combo during the hotter months (because face it, Singapore's weather is notoriously limited to: hot, hotter, rainy and always, always humid), but thick enough to double as the perfect rainy day/cold weather overcoat. Its versatility heavily depends on your colour-coordination-adventurousness, but best believe you will get enough compliments to validate the purchase.

But alas, this post was not to feature the parka (which wasn't even the star of the 'fit, tbh). It was meant to drive home the point that, like what the parka is to the outfit, we all need a transition piece/thing/person in our lives that makes change and easing new seasons just a teeny bit more bearable. Now whether that point has been made is debatable, but till then I'm just going to keep prata-flipping/slinging this analogy over my shoulders - and yes, I used an article of clothing to reference a significant life realisation. Are you gagging from my pretentiousness yet?

Wearing Uniqlo men's oxford shirt, Zara skirt and shoes, H&M parka, Moschino phone case

Monday, 1 September 2014

Man-repelling in marble

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 Photos by Fendi Yasuda

So after what has now become a four month hiatus (sorry bout that, Internet), the plague is back and bigger than ever - The Fashion Plague, that is. A little self-affirmation never hurt, right? Yet even after all that time away, still the question begs to be answered: What man-repelling thing does Cheryl wear today? 

That... that thing on her skirt, what is that? And most importantly, high socks with trainers? Is she trying to propel herself into perpetual singledom?

Unfortunate truths of my relationship status (or lack thereof) aside, ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the revival of this virtual space and me getting off my lazy busy ass and back to blogging with the wildcard of all female bottoms - the asymmetrical A-line. Corporate, but not. And of course the elephant in the room, or in this case, flap on the skirt, that almost throws off the whole balance of the garment. Yup, more than slightly awkward.

I had initially intended for it to be worn during an impending six month internship, but in usual Cheryl fashion (pun intended), was too excited to wait. Cop a shirt from the men's section in everyone's favourite print of the season, throw a baseball cap with the brother's trainers* into the mix just to add the 'sports' in sports luxe and ta-da! An ensemble capable of making Asian mothers (mine included) everywhere shudder in horror and/or shrivel up in embarrassment. I rest my case. 

But really, here's to new(er) beginnings.

*Yes, I am that sibling. Wearing my own clothes/clothes made specifically for females has never been my strong suit. 

Wearing H&M marbled tee, baseball cap, and asymmetrical skirt