insert stupid cliche ~stop worrying about the future~ quote here

When I was in my junior year of high school I started panicking about picking a course to take up in college. I've always had crazy dreams as a kid. I started off wanting to be a fashion designer / singer but after realizing I had no talent for drawing, I decided I should just be an actress who gets to wear great clothes. When I found out about the existence of stylists, I dropped my acting dream like it was an optional Trigonometry class. I've always loved writing and I've gotten a lot of encouragement and affirmation over the years. It was early in high school that I got the idea of getting into fashion journalism and by my senior year I was dead set on pursuing it. I was 16 when I made the decision of going into Literature and then going to fashion school after graduating with a degree. Obviously, I haven't quite gotten to the graduating part, but I'm already doubting if I chose the right path. It's not because my passion for either writing or fashion has waned, because it certainly has not. I'm just very scared and very worried. I think it goes without saying that breaking into the fashion industry is tough (understatement of the year). I fear that I'm going to end up becoming a starving artist and I know far too well that what might seem cool in movies are usually pretty shitty in real life (I think I'll be more focused on making a can of sardines last for a whole day than planning a La Vie Boheme musical number on table top). It's pretty early on in my higher education plan and I think if I wanted to, I could still steer away from what could be either a trainwreck or the reason for me to live.

A year ago I was discussing writing with two of my friends, the smartest people my age that I've met, and they told me of how they would never want to write for a magazine, because they did not want to have to cater to the masees. I guess that's one of the things I'd have to deal with if I ever do become a writer. Let's say I start off in a Philippine fashion magazine. Can you imagine the compromise I'd have to do just so the public can "appreciate" my work? And isn't that just a writer's nightmare, to sell out? Plus the pay would be terrible. I'll write about thousand dollar ripped t-shirts and get paid a few hundred an article. Oh, the irony!

I still sometimes like to be idealistic. I imagine myself actually being able to do what I love my way. Maybe I'll get to be one of my heroes like Cathy Horyn or Suzy Menkes or Robin Givhan. But most likely, I'll end up teaching English at your local private school and asking myself why I continue to exist. Let's pray that I get lucky.

A lot of photos and a lot more babbling

I recently stumbled upon a scan of an editorial from American Vogue June 2004. It was shot by Miesel.



I don't think I'll ever forget this just because it's in my first ever copy of Vogue. I used to show that photo to my Mom saying "Where can I find this??" referring to the clothes worn by Daria and the other girl. I recall watching The Devil Wears Prada and hearing Stanley Tucci give that speech about how he was a small town kid who dressed funny and read Vogue all day and now he's a success in the industry. I just kept thinking "I'm a small town girl (not really, but this country is pretty jank so that counts)! As a kid I always dressed weird (I would like to thank my Mom and Dad for not forcing me into a pink dress when I wanted to do denim on denim at 6 years old even though I looked ridiculous)! But I never really got much influence from high fashion." I think that's why I was so ridiculous looking for the most part of my life. My fashion inspirations came from Britney Spears and the Spice Girls. Whenever a photo of me from those days pops up, I just say I was trying out a trend and failed in epic proportions.

I know people always talk about how terrible this generation is and yada yada, but I think that if you're a kid right now, you're extremely lucky. I could never get my hands on a copy of Vogue at 7 (P600 for a magazine? Out of the question). Heck, I can't even afford to buy one now! It was only in 5th grade that I got a hold of my first Vogue and in 7th grade when I started watching fashion shows (Thank you to cable and Fashion TV) and in high school when I discovered the wonderful people who will scan their magazines for you and the rest of the world to enjoy. Fashion loving kids, appreciate the internet and get inspired by what it offers! It is going to save you from many a fashion faux pas!

Naturally, in traditional Chelsea fashion, we have deviated so far from the point that we're on Abell 1835 IR1916 (look it up, big boy). I started this post, because I just want to show you guys these eds that I really enjoyed when I was a wee bit younger (Not younger younger because I had no means then, just younger as in 3 or 4 years ago). I think it's because I just wanted to bring back some feelings from those days when I was just discovering the beauty of high fashion. You know when you find something - maybe your old backpack in 3rd grade or an old watch - you just get a wave of nostalgia, but no concrete memories from that time? Well this is what looking at these photos makes me feel. I know that sounds like I'm being overly sentimental over pretty girls in pretty dresses, but it's true! I guess you could say they're my favorites.

PS. I've realized I don't enjoy eds that don't show the clothes. Always there would be these blurred photos or naked girls and I just think what? I think it's because I am a total noob at photography so I wouldn't be able to judge anything but the styling and clothes on the ed. I really wish I could fully appreciate every aspect though. Anyway enjoy these eds with mostly color and couture (I'm a more is more kinda girl).

Couture Memoirs by Paolo Roversi | Vogue Italia Spet 07

The Vagaries of Fashion by Miles Aldrige | Vogue Italia Sept 07

Paris, Je t'aime by Steven Meisel | Vogue US Sept 07

In Your Dreams by Sebastian Faena | V Summer 2008

Immaculee by Miles Aldrige | Numero #83 2008

The Handmade's Tale by Tim Walker | Vogue USA Feb 06

So, did you some memories come flooding back to you after browsing those eds? A lot of mine did!

Closet of my Dreams

Do you ever imagine your dream closet? I do all the time. It would be very French, very Marie Antoinette. It's be a huge walk-in with giant mirrors and a sofa inside it. Definitely no to minimalism in this case. It will be filled with luxurious clothes and lavish accessories, so I'm going to go all out! My girl friends and I could spend hours inside it after a day of shopping. We would eat eclairs and listen to music and talk about our new Celine bags. Brb going into a deep daydream....



Okay, so I was browsing The Coveteur when I saw the closet of Suzanne Rogers. I'm familiar with her as I've seen her in photos, but I don't know much about her aside from her amazing wonderful beautiful closet! I was FLOORED when the pictures started showing up. They all took my breath away. LITERALLY!!!! And don't even start to criticize my use of words, because if you knew me at all you would know that fashion actually gives me a mild heart attack and I start freaking out and I can't breathe and my eyes become so big they practically burst from my eye sockets and there's the occasional crying... the point is I go nuts.

Suzanne's is the closet of my dreams. Her gorgeous Katrantzou dresses and numerous McQueen dresses are going to be the only things I think about this week. It would definitely be difficult to get to places on time if my closet was like Suzanne's. Imagine being late for work and stepping into that closet and being too mesmerized by the decor to pick an outfit. Even picking clothes will be hell as you'd have too many to choose from! Rich people problems, man!

Anyway, I should probably stop yapping and let you guys gasp in amazement at this motherfucking bitch ass room.










I'm going to leave you to have your fashion heart attack in peace!

xx

Today was spent lazing on the bed wearing my favorite deer sweater and online window shopping. If I had a giant bank account.....





Celine Luggage





Fendi Peek a Boo




Hermes Constance





Celine clutches




Cambridge Satchel

Photodump segment where I upload inspirations from my favorite streetstyle blogs! :)

Credits to: jakandjill garancedore streetpeeper






Bonus cuteness of Anna Dello Russo with Marc, Alber and John

I just got a manicure today! I have been looking for the perfect greige nail polish since I saw them on the Chanel runway but it was only a few weeks ago, when I had stopped searching, that I found it. Of course, it wasn't the actual Chanel one, but it was really close! It is OPI, but, unfortunately for me, the label had faded off, so I wasn't able to find out the exact shade. :( Ah, well. I shall look for it next time!

Anyway, this post is not about my discovery of a nail polish shade (although it was a glorious moment). This post is going to be all kinds of pretty. This morning I discovered an amazing site that had all the editorials from the magazines of the past months. I was so engrossed in them that I looked back at months of editorials I haven't seen before! I thought I'd post the best ones on here just for kicks!


This probably came out after Black Swan!




I love colorful editorials!




This was actually an ad campaign for Lanvin




Meghan Collison is one of my favorite models , if not my favorite, ever.


This scared the living daylights out of me! The whole editorial is so creepy!


This was probably the cutest editorial ever! The babies were adorable.




This editorial was breathtaking!



I hope that gave you some inspiration! I know it did for me! :)

I have no interest in beautifying our house. Whenever Mom wants to decorate for the holidays, I manage to talk her out of it saying that it's unnecessary (specially since we never have guests over or spend holidays at home), time consuming and expensive. When she bought seats for our breakfast nook, I told her that we can just use of monoblock chairs. Every single time my Mom tells me to fix my room we get into a heated argument. "What's the point? I'll just make a mess anyway!" That just goes to show how much i really don't give a shit what kind of filth I live in.

But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a great room when I see one. I love hotel rooms because they looks amazing and I don't do any of the cleaning (that, my dear friends, is the dream). I actually think I would care more and clean up more if I had a nice room. Part of the reason I feel this way is because we never have any guests over aside from relatives. We never have bosses or friends over to our house so, really, what is the point in making it look impressive? (I think it's why I do not know how to entertain guests). When we first got the house renovated, I was into planning what my room should look like. And then I was like fuck it, I'll spend the money on clothes instead of a duvet.

But my Mother has been breathing on my neck about this. She says "What's going to happen when you're married? You're just going to live in a filthy house because you don't want to clean up? You'll be a wife, you're supposed to do these things!". Honestly, I don't know what gave my Mom the idea that I, of all people, would be some kind of Stepford wife in a few years, but she is sort of right. I'm in college for Christ's sake. I better be more mature and clean up and beautify shit. Starting with my room. So I am planning on redecorataing and I am sure Mom will be up for it because she likes this kind of shit. Here are a few photos of what I want!



I have a thing for little nooks and crannies. They just seem so cozy. Also, big windows where you can read books next to are just so perfect. Lots and lots of pillows are a must!

Any suggestions? xx