So what do you say?

I know I know, we are bad, BAD bloggers. We don't post frequently enough, and we don't keep our promises (yea, about those wardrobe traumatize moments..). But hey! here I am, posting random pictures that I pull from the amusing cyber space, and here you are, still reading this post which actually doesn't mean anything. It can't be THAT bad right??

OH, and another thing which makes us BAD bloggers is that, we don't quite talk about ourselves in this blog. I can't speak for S, but the thing is, I am a true believer of 'an image speaks a thousand words', and I'd much rather show you pictures than write about it, I am sure you wouldn't want to see a 1000-word essay here.

AND I am a terrible terrible photographer.
Most of the time I am just so indulge in the moment that I completely threw the idea of sharing out of the window.

AND generally I just don't think you are really interested to know what is happening in my tiny little world (tell me if I am wrong).

But do tell me, what would you like to see in here?

About me

Apologies for the MIA, but I have finally wrapped up my golden study years and head to the professional world, in Hong Kong. Yes people, I have left the land of great Australia and move back to my home city. The departure with Australia was bittersweet. I hate to leave a place where so many talented and individual designers are appreciated, but I am excited to step into the hub where Eastern and Western fashion blend so well together in. I truly am blessed.

Now that I am officially a working young woman, I have to start another bittersweet and complicated relationship, with my work wardrobe. The good news is, I am still in the fashion industry, where I am allowed to have a little fun with my wardrobe. The bad news is, I really have to start planning my expenses (and my diet) more carefully. From now on, like it or not, I will start rambling about my wardrobe crisis here. If you love to read about people's traumatize moments, you are in for a treat.

100 years ago

100 Years, Style of East London by Westfield Stratford

My way of living

This is how you reduce carbon footprint and get fit legs.

Must Watch!

Bill Cunningham is probably the most adorable old gentleman in New York fashion industry. Maybe I shouldn't use the word 'old', but with his down to earth sense of humour, i don't think he minds. I have subscribed to his New York Times website for quite some time now, and it was always joyful to hear his voice describing all the style he took and admired. It was like listening to grandpa telling a bedtime story. Now people, mark this film in your 2011 must watch movie list before I start nagging.

6 hours before..

OK, I am panicing, I have 10 days of outfits to decide (including my day functioning wear and night partying wear), approximately 5 days of trip to plan, and 8 emails to write. 6 and a half hours to go till my flight to Sydney.

I have been in Brisbane for almost 2 years, and this is my first time to Sydney. After hearing all the good things/bad things about it, you can probably imagine how excited I am when I know that I am going to Rosemount Sydney Fashion Week, and how panic I am right now not putting a single thing in my luggage.

I actually find myself spend more time day dreaming what it would be like during the fashion week than actually doing the stuff that I need to do. Not good. More panicing now. And now I completely forgot my purpose of writing this post, shit.

Before I develop this post into a thousand word essay repeating the same line. I am letting you know that I will be keeping you update about my trip in Sydney. If you are expecting the Sartorialist kind of pictures here I am sorry I'll have to let you down, because Es who owns and knows how to use a proper camera is not coming with me (damn you Es!)

However, I will try my best with my crappy camera and my poor photography techniques to take you with me to the shows. I am off to pack my bags!

Big kisses.

What's on your head?

I once was told that during the 40s', women were considered to be rude if they leave home without a hat and a pair of gloves. Hats were not just accessories but a symbol of decency.
I was surprised that Bisbane is first city to showcase 'Hats, an Anthology by Stephen Jones'. But I take it as a good sign, a VERY GOOD sign indeed, that Brisbane is slowly emerging in the fashion/art scene.

So I went in The Queensland Art Gallery one friday afternoon after my fashion class, to embrace myself in the artistic atmosphere (and try to look artsy and all).
The exhibition is absolutely fabulous, beautiful and mind-blowing. I am not even going to start talking about how awesome the hats are, because there is no point doing so, you HAVE to go see it yourself (that is if you are currently living in Brisbane or the exhibition is coming to your city in the future. If neither of those apply, then you should stop reading this post right now, because you will be happier not knowing what you'll miss). They don't allow any cameras in the exhibition hall, but I managed to snap a few pictures when the guards were not looking for you to have a sneak peak (no kidding, that was not easy at all, the guards were shrewd like eagles).

I took these with my crappy digital camera, so they might be blurry but hey, I tried.

(if you look closely at the background, it is a mock of Steven Jones's workshop, where the magic happens)

Now I have to drag myself away from my laptop so that i can get some work done instead of watching aged Doraemon (it's a japanese cartoon and you don't want to hear me talk about it).

Big kisses.